at the dawn it invited me for the worship of an unseen
at the dusk it looked lonely for some time
but soon it removed its scarf from its head
the sky became a beach in a full moonlight
with her I saw countless maids in swimming costumes
I asked her it were you who invited me to the unseen
now with millions of twinkling companions
and a naughty moon leading a caravan of love
what for you are inviting me in a wet night?
The clouds rushed to the scene and hid the beach
no moon, no stars, but her love went out of control
and showered on earth,
showered on me,
showered on my beloved.
Thunders of clouds angrily roared,
the message of a morning star was love of the souls
the message of evening star is love of instincts
that was worship of a morning
and this is the worship of a rainy night.
Look at her she is completely exposed in the rains,
She will remove your pains
and the rains will wash out all the stains.
The evening star invited me for the worship of a seen.