White full moon is there
And calling me come come
And take nectar
And at this time ice is
Melting at the gust of wind.
I am going with an umbrella of hairs
With all paraphernalia with two swans
One is eating another is fasting
With tongue tight and revealing
At the nature's nest.
Everyone is looking at me
And I am taking shelter, O my dear
At Your feet on this earth and
In Your blessing You are providing
Good fortune that is there in the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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