Ek Shaam

An Evening

The silver moonlight, hushed and deep, The branches of the trees, asleep.

The valley’s minstrels are now still, And silent on the verdant hill.

For Nature, in a swoon, lies deep, Within the arms of Night, asleep.

Such is the magic of the hush, The flowing stream has stilled its rush.

The silent caravan of stars glides by, A bell-less journey through the sky.

The mountains, plains, and rivers seem Lost in a meditative dream.

O heart! You too, be still and deep, And take your sorrow into sleep.