By Dr. G. Rauf Roashan The milk of light from the Breast of the Moon Was sprinkling on the meadow In the mixture of light and shadow Shrubs of the spring Filled with blossoms and flowers Tantalized by the breeze, were shivering slowly Here and there Under a tree On the skirt of the meadow Beside a flower bush People were sitting on lawns And were narrating stories of fragrance and flowers And secrets and mysteries of the heart Hearts of the youth were beating loudly And were excited while lasses, like flowers, were ogling The flowers were spreading fragrance And the breeze was carrying their perfume Through the curly locks of maidens And spreading it again on the meadow The youth were at times looking at the flowers And on others at the shapely locks And also the beauty of the lasses At this height the distance Between the garden and the stars was shorter And the moon seemed to be so close That you could kiss her cheek The sound of music Was giving voice to the meadow and the garden Here and there People were calling the strings Of their musical instruments To songs And were letting the beats of the drum Tie the songs to the hearts Otherwise they were Extracting from the vocal cords Of their manly and womanly throats Sounds and melodies in songs Groups of maidens Were pointing the young boys to each other And were boiling with happy laughter The elderly were looking at the moon And were letting the memory and the call Of love shed flowers on their chests The fountains In harmony with the sounds of the night Were spreading water And their monotonous sounds Were putting to sleep all fears and worries And the moon continued to let Milk exude from its breast And the stars to look at the people Drowned in the milk of the moon So that they would be happy and Play the games of love.