With
Sleeves of music
Flew the layers of the winds
The rash fast-churning
Clouds of night:
The remnants, percentage minimal of Dusk!
The clouds He names
Names One by One
The One Poet-Seer who watches them at
Night!
Few stars have quivers to shoot arrows of light.
And raining night-dews close them out of sight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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