For you, before the night falls,
I pour out my heart's melody and music,
In celebration of a sweet meeting with a poetic friend.
And when night, the darkest of my friends, do come
to call me back to my dreams,
I keep your rhythmic words
in my heart
As a lantern, as a candle,
Yea dear friend,
As a moonlight, woven with beautiful words...
We, Indians use moonlight a lot in our poems, which is new to West. They really enjoy our metaphors. Good poem.......
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I would like to translate this poem
For you, before the night falls, I pour out my heart's melody and music, Ecstasy flowing thorugh words.Maximum.