The pink panorama Sun is sinking low,
Rainbows colours are slowly vanishing,
Birds are flying back to their cosy nests,
And the tired shepherd, with his flocks,
Striding, back to his pasture.
The shadows are longer and longer,
My longing for my darling is higher and higher,
My pulses, my pains are on fire,
O, My Beloved! Show your glance and countenance.
Before, the soft gleaming lamp is put to rest.
The gloomy nights weaken my optimism,
My longing to melt in you
Has brought never-ending tears to drop,
Freezing winds cannot calm my ache,
For my multi coloured love, to blossom eternally.
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