I was out for some moon-light;
Nobody told me which way to go,
Yet I walked very long distances toward the moon.
I saw some moon-light mixed up with some frost
spreading a hazy glow,
Some I found barely lying on the river bed.
I found some moon-light dancing with the waves
When the image of the moon was giggling and
Breaking itself into pieces on the shines of water.
Some moon-light was holding the stillness
on the tree-leaves.
Even the dark spaces are benefited from moon-light,
Shared some light indirectly to be fade and friendly.
Where do I get some moon-light just for me?
As I was thinking and returning home
with a pleasant feeling, I heard
A bird in the midst of solitude telling her friend,
: Look! Here the poet goes soaked with moon-light,
How serene it is!
