To The Fate Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

To the fate of night you left me,
Up to the hole the moon came with joy.
The shadow seized the edge of my dress below,
The mints would miss me like I miss the love.
The wind is wandering by the water till dawn,
Soothing my pains and grieves down.
It would kiss me on the face and eyes,
It is not a luck bird sitting on my head.
They are the hungry eagles targeting me
The vagabond clouds are walking above
Making shadows on my joys below
The fear would claw my heart,
I‘d not slip intentionally into the night.
Of darkness I am afraid very much.
The devils would live in the darkness
Up to my spirit the night is crawling,
The patience would blossom from longing.
The days which you have not valued
Would revenge you some other day.