Night has come
wearing her tempting attire of serenity.
In her eyes appreciation for the song of eternity
As heavenly music flows from her breast
into the cup of aspiration.
I drink from that cup till intoxication.
The muse of love is enchanting my fantasy
For lo! Love is the god of desires,
born from the womb of poesy.
Sleeping in the bed of eternity,
He dreams of a new creation.
