The sun light will vanish
And it will be dark all around
The river will fall silent and
Wind will blow near the ground
Lamps will be lit in homes
Prayers will be sung in chorus
In their journeys the moon and the
Stars will many landmarks cross
We mortals sleep in peace
In the cozy comfort of homes
Oblivious to the freakish sounds
Of witches, ghosts and gnomes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work on the fall of night. Good imageries you bring in