The Moon Is Hiding

The moon is hiding

Somewhere in the clouds...

I don't know when it will be visible... Maybe it's time now...

When the clouds will disperse,

When the moon will emerge from the clouds...

This candle will become pinkish in color... All around.

The colors of love will be scattered...

Flowers and buds will bloom...

Bumblebees will also hum...

This sky will turn pink...

There will be more butterflies all around...

There will be a stir in the heart...

Love filled with love will be heard all around...

This heartbeat will also become faster...

When my moon comes out...

That day will be Poonam night...

There will be moonlight all around...

This eye will search everywhere for him...

When he comes in front,

This gaze will not move away,

It will remain stuck...

The day the weather will be pinkish-orange...

That day my moon will come out...