Bridal Night
I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose I went to the garden of brahma and saw The bhudha beneath an old oak counting sorrows- Of world, I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose-- I went to landscape of Mathura and saw shakthi And then heard the song of Shiva. And your aunty and her kins; all the happy. And then lost at young sea of loveliness-- I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose, I fly over the top of Sinai; and saw the palm tree Where Lord called on Moses, 'stay I bestows You the book, and stick, ashanti you got Me' I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose, I fly by sea to Nazarene's where the star raise And glowed that landscape; and did impose His reign far to East; where Son of Madina- Took the lead, by different routes, And led his caravan to beyond the Cacucious. I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose I am a child yet; shall fly more contagious....
