In the moonlit night do I stand, secluded

Scattered around the vagrant languid moon,

I behold his lovers, the fervent stars-

Whose bewitching charm doth appeal

The forlorn night with ecstasy.

The alluring night feign as a demure maiden

And the shrieking owl does molest her serenity.

A nightingale flits through her heaving bosom,

And I hearken its sweet enchanting nocturnal song,

Pouring upon the night and me, alighting on a bough.

To this exotic song do the trees darkling respond

Nodding their leaves in rapt delight

And make the sluggish night, agile.

Beside me a ramshackle hut in mud

Over-grown with wild creepers to the top,

Illuminated with innumerable glow-worms,

Challenges the starry vaulted sky, above.

I can hear the smooth sound of falling water,

But I do not know where the cascade is.

The humming sound of the cascade,

mixed with the nightingale’s song,

Tend to awake the reposing men and

The beast with its seductive magical power.

How jocund do the dashing beetles around me,

Hop and dance as if to claim-

Their right over the cloudless night,

And I find my sloth slowly fading away.

A gentle wind hurled from the lurid heaven,

Came to me through the depth of darkness

Gently kissed my untied hair leaving it

Dancing to the melodious music around

And puts me and the clammy night into a sweet trance.

Then I suddenly remembered him-

Beside my windowsill, once I’ve

Seen you riding a horse

I was then a princess and you, a knight;

When I was a shepherdess, you were a gypsy,

You’re an epic and I, a meaningless verse.

In my days of dead hopes, you gave me solace.

Let me repeat the question which-

I’ve often asked myself,

“Who are you to me?”

I think this night of rapture

Has blessed me with the answer-

You’re just an illusion, a mirage in me!

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