Come let me take your hand in mine,
Take a little walk in snowy moonshine,
Tender, tranquil is the night all around,
Beating of our hearts is the only sound.
Same old trail but every walk is refreshing,
Weariness ebb away by your smile glittering.
Nowhere to go but no mood to stop anywhere,
Your company is a pleasure beyond compare.
No words but to gaze at your glowing face,
This is what would give me a little solace.
Your nearness is the only privilege I need,
I feel rejuvenated and put me in good stead.
Your sense of humor makes my spirit elated,
Rigors of life would be cornered if not deleted.
This is not a mere walk but a romance re-lived
Lamp of our rosy love is refueled and rekindled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not a bad poem but you know 'Moonshine' is rough alcohol made in illegal stills; and 'solace' is the relief sought after losing a loved person through death.