The Newly Discovered Joy

As I was at the end of the Twilight,

The Sun dozed off to sleep and the Moon glowed up;

The stars sighed and the darkness was surprised.

And suddenly the shooting star

Struck my soul,

Coming from the Infinite distance it stirred my soul.

It went away like a memory so alive;

Like a child in its sleep, like the nation in the martyr's dream;

It crossed all boundaries that came, broke all hurdles that stood.

Now the clouds wept as I embraced the winds,

The leaves sang and the branches swayed.

The newly discovered joy glowed all around;

It held my hand and pulled me to surround.