Evening
Malati
Who
plays the flute to the sweet tune?
The
birds are roaming around the world.
There
are evening flowers all over the forest.
The
full moon of the evening fell after that.
The
lotus sways in the water of the lake,
Someone
picked up the flower.
Immersed
in the frozen waters of the lake,
The
clouds move in the autumn sky.
Dark
black descending on the earth's chest,
I
can only say that I will live well with you.
Good
evening when you feel like it
I
will forget all my dear fatigue.
The
current of the river flows in the chest,
Pulls
your love,
I
am burning with pride.
The
flute you play with laughter
The
whole world is hers,
Dressed
in the evening.
I
wiped his eyes tonight,
I
put your knot in my hand.
I
wrap it up when I go to sleep,
Moisture
in the evening malati,
Dry
in the morning.
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