O Full Moon of September
O full moon of September, you rise slow,
A silver dream in evening’s glow;
Above the fields where soft winds roam,
You pour your quiet light on earth,
And lead the wandering heart toward home.
The clouds withdraw before your face,
The night grows still beneath your grace;
On sleeping leaves your radiance lies,
While rivers carry broken stars,
Like whispered prayers beneath the skies.
Across the hills your silence flows,
Through lonely woods the night wind blows;
The birds are hushed, the flowers sleep,
Yet somewhere in the moonlit dark,
A wakeful heart remembers still.
O Bhadrapada moon, serene and bright,
You crown the Indian autumn night;
Old memories gather in your gleaming beams,
And those who live beyond our sight
Return like sunrise through our dreams.
Stay a little while, O September moon,
Upon the earth with your tender smile;
Though dawn must steal your light away,
Your silver silence stays within,
You are a lamp of love beyond the day.
