Friday, October 10, 2008
Jamts BADRAA
AN AUTUMN NIGHT
In the moon’s rays, like the glistening of milk,
The dew glitters with the color of pearl.
Inside, as I stay and wait for you,
My love, I am shimmering white.
As I sit, remembering,
I play and sing.
I have no suffering –
Perhaps I’m lucky.
On the tips of the swaying grasses,
The pearls of dew bear autumn glory.
My breast, as I think and wait for you,
My love, is forgiven and shines.
As I sit, remembering,
I play and sing.
I have no suffering –
Perhaps I’m lucky.
When evening forces its way in,
All is lit by the splendor of the moon.
My heart, patiently waiting for you,
My love, is happy once again.
As I sit, remembering,
I play and sing.
I have no suffering –
Perhaps I’m lucky.
In the moon’s rays, like the glistening of milk,
The dew glitters with the color of pearl.
Inside, as I stay and wait for you,
My love, I am shimmering white.
As I sit, remembering,
I play and sing.
I have no suffering –
Perhaps I’m lucky.
On the tips of the swaying grasses,
The pearls of dew bear autumn glory.
My breast, as I think and wait for you,
My love, is forgiven and shines.
As I sit, remembering,
I play and sing.
I have no suffering –
Perhaps I’m lucky.
When evening forces its way in,
All is lit by the splendor of the moon.
My heart, patiently waiting for you,
My love, is happy once again.
As I sit, remembering,
I play and sing.
I have no suffering –
Perhaps I’m lucky.
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