The Queen of Night,
moves with grace untamed,
Each evening, bestowing
Her sacred fragrance on the world.
Its sweet aroma wafts
through the air,
setting a scene of tranquility
and awakening within.
The midnight sky ignites,
Enraptured by her presence—
An exotic beauty,
Crowned by the luminous moon,
Adorned with sparkling diamond stars.
In the velvet hush of night,
The divine whispers weave
a symphony,
A holy song of love eternal,
That stirs the soul to dream,
And binds the heart to light.
Through soft, ethereal glow,
The world becomes a temple,
Where lovers kneel and pray,
Carried by the hymn of fragrance
To realms unseen,
Where love eternal reigns.
And in her radiant stillness,
I behold my own reflection—
The Queen of Night,
Her grace, her beauty, her light,
All are mine, and I am hers.
The journey ends where it began:
In the sanctuary of the self,
Where love and truth reside,
Boundless, eternal, whole.
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem