What is it sorrow O stillness of night? are not.
The stars your companions?
splended, scenic,
Stunning so lovely and bonnie,
Up to now all quite sleepy, ah, as dear star of yours
Mute' re the meads, hills, the riles, rivulets and the sahara
Like all universe is seated in a glass of silence......
O! love you too leave behind;
to tally the stars,
Now you too become mute, take your sorrow out of your gown
and asleep,
Moreover! your destiny is chained
And bebold all the losses're regained.......
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