In the moonlight ………………..
Stood I, in the state of oblivion
Through the jarring air
Flows the psalm of death.
Down to the earth, I fell
With pain ruling my soul
Resides her image in my mind
Giving me the odious feeling
Like a thief, she robbed;
My heart and time in a phaeton
Her soul belongs to an onus man
Whom I came to hear latter.
In my thought, she remains
Leaving half dead inside
On hearing the gospel of my master
Departs the soul from the world….
Lies my grave in a dust bowl
Where lies her footprint
To my master I pray
For her beloved man……………..
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