To The Moon
Slowly you walk over the western wave
by Kalyan Chatterjee
The friend of death!
Out from the misty eastern cave,
Where in the lone and sweet daylight
You create the dreams of joy and fear
That covers you with love and fear,
O, the spirit of night.
When I arose and saw the dawn,
I sighed for thee;
When light was clear and the dew was gone,
The noon laid heavy on flower and tree,
The earth was a leisurely place for rest
Then like an unloved guest
I longed for thee.
Your brother death came and cried
“When will you come with me? ”
The sweet child, awakening from sleep
With the dreams of fantasy in his eyes
Said: “Would I go? ”
Why you came here? I only said to thee.
Death will come when thou art dead
Soon, very soon-
Sleep will reign forever when you are dead,
And I request you O, the beloved of the night
Swift in your flight
Or death will come to take the sweet child,
Soon, very soon.