The morning light has vanished,
Sharp rays of sun diminished;
Like a feather drips from falcons flight.
Darkness drops from the wings of Night.
Green landscapes of the east and west
Gleam through the rain drops and the mist,
a feeling of melancholy comes over to me
that my spirit cannot resist at all anytime.
A feeling of heavy sadness and longing,
A thought of you as my own belonging,
That is not yet kept and hidden in pain,
As the morning mist resembles the rain.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Sharp rays of sun diminished;
Like a feather drips from falcons flight.
Darkness drops from the wings of Night.
Green landscapes of the east and west
Gleam through the rain drops and the mist,
a feeling of melancholy comes over to me
that my spirit cannot resist at all anytime.
A feeling of heavy sadness and longing,
A thought of you as my own belonging,
That is not yet kept and hidden in pain,
As the morning mist resembles the rain.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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