We were sleeping in balmy nights
Blinds were awakening in sticky October
People were waiting and whispering during flight
Mob was ecstatic and somber.
Sylph, beautiful nymph emerges from nowhere
She rushes and lushes every where
She fused the folks around the globe
She know how to handle the mob!
Glowing with grace and dignity
She wears the mask of purity
She is the little princess of another planet
People call and admire her rarity.
Sometime she seems like the butterfly of wordsworth
Sometime she is the song of autum of Keats
Sometime she is lyric of Shelley's wind
And sometimes, she is the Muse of Earth.
Her aura is majestic and ecstatic
She is the unheard poem of Romantics
People name her Tajallah
She is the oxygen in Universal law!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem