(1)
The somewhat warm Spring evening
had slipped into the bosom of the moonlit night,
Our silvery bodies – now illuminated
by the silvery moon,
The sky too came down to kiss us,
That night the moon was shy;
(2)
As our hug meandered into an embrace,
I could see her from the eyes of my soul,
So let there be darkness – who cares,
That night the moon conspired with us,
That night the moon was shy;
(3)
The lull after my lullaby,
There she was – asleep,
Trusting my arms
that would carry her throughout the night,
The only other sounds – our heartbeats,
The only other colour – the silvery moonlight,
That night the moon smiled at us from above,
That night the moon was shy.
© Sabah
