Look at her lunar sprance
With her, her jewels dance
Unto the end of day
And the dawn of night
The cloud's gentle caress
Glowing light
Flooding the dark yonder
Upon which great minds did ponder
Look at her grace dance
In the soothing ripples of silver
A weapon, like that of a bow
Steeped in the haze of blue myrrh
To her beauty; your eyes and soul shall
You lend,
The moon,
My brethren.
My Brethren a nice poem with the words and imagery- To her beauty; you eyes and soul shall You lend, The moon, My brethren. so beautiful 10
My Brethren a nice poem with the words and imagery- To her beauty; you eyes and soul shall You lend, The moon, My brethren. so beautiful 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are awesome Aaryan. What a style of writing. The concluding lines are just fantastic. (10)