The quiet night

In the quiet night,

The pulling of the sky's sari

By the moon in love,

And distancing himself

Upon seeing me on the balcony,

Reminds me of that mad form

Of me in the wind that takes form at will,

Touches the border of your sari.

Yes,

At times, I become ordinary,

And

At times, I become extraordinary

To wet your body and your soul

In the honesty of my desire,

And

The night observes the duty

Of its simplicity.