A cloudy curtain's drawn across the skies,
As thin as veil that hides a maiden's eyes;
A milky cataract that dims the sight
Not of the moon, but mine into the night.
The gown of gossamer lessens the glow
That moon and Milky Way will most nights show.
And blacker is the blackness now by far
So passing firefly is its biggest star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem