When the lamp shines after blackout...
...the moth emerges from its hideout...
...to circumambulate round the brilliant light;
It burns out itself kissing its fiery light...
...to celebrate the sight of beauteous light...
...in the majestic show of legendry love;
When the light is released from the prison...
The moth appears at the advent of brilliant light...
...to fly, glide, and dance with its pale wings;
It burns like a Hindu widow on the Sati-fire;
The moth prefers death over life without light;
While the moth loves the burning lamp...
...and sacrifices itself at the altar of lamp...
...the fly runs away from the fiery lamp...
...and stares at it from a distance;
How can she know the moth's rounds?
Every lover like a moth seeks the light,
And gives all sacrifices at the altar of love...
...depending on the heat of love generating inside;
The lamp of love is not in the sky!
It is burning inside the lover's heart!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem