The Earth Sleeps Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

The earth sleeps covering itself
with green grass and baby crops.
Birds rest on green branches
Praying, bowing to the trees
I've forgotten sweet sleeps,
Since I met you under heaven.
If I left, I was lost in thought,
Wandering till early dawn
My dreams are also thoughts,
Accompanied by missing.
Isn't it you who has nested
In my nights not pitting a thing.
No sleep stares into my eyes,
By making low its pride seem.
How long would I live so,
Concealing you in my dream?