The slumbering moon
Gleams in the heavens;
From the vastness
A twinkle emanates
Into the calm eyes...

The silvery light
Bathes the trees;
From every branch
A murmur escapes
Under the twig...

O my sweetheart,

The lamps glow,
A light arbour,
The wedge
Of the enticing promenade
Where the cicadas trill..

The pond reflects,
A deep mirror,
The silhouette
Of the ornate gazebo
Where the wind moans..

It is the exquisite moment.

- Venkatesh