And you are that pure moon in my deserted life.
Glimpse of your moonlit face soothes my head.
Odour of its sanctity is essence of my soil, my love.
Even in the remnants of "Daro", our love traces will be found,
And the place barren of voices will chant our love-song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem