Life and Moon

The night started telling me like this, the moon of the sky,

What a unique creature even a man is.

He himself gets trapped by making his own troubles,

And then wakes up restless, does not sleep.

Do you know how old I am?

I have already seen Manu die.

And millions of times,

Even the most insane of you would sit in the moonlight and correct your dreams.

That bubble of water rises today and bursts again tomorrow.

But still, the man who is blessed is the one who plays with bubbles and composes poetry.

I did not speak but my Ragini said,

See the moon again! Do you know me?

Dreams are my Bubbles? This is water,

what do you not even recognize fire?

I am not the one who only corrects on the dream,

I make his throat iron in the fire.

And on it, I lay the foundation of the new house,

In this way, I raise the wall steely.

Not only thoughts,

But dreams also have a sword in their hands.

Go and inform the emperor of heaven

And he is going up in the sky every day.

Stop these dreamers as they have become,

They are moving towards heaven.