And the moment never speak.

 Bliss is all around,

Serenity of her beauty I’m bound.

As I lay my head, resting on her beautiful lap

Beneath the banyan tree,

Meditating and unwilling to speak.

Green grasses all surround,

And lo! The breeze accompanies.

It sings into my ears a whisper song;

I can hear her whispers (haaannn),

Soothing my inner soul.

And the breeze, which carries the whispers,

Says it won’t speak.

Her long hair, fallen shamelessly,

Covers my face, and I’m in wilderness.

It grants us eternal refuge, as we are lost

In the eyes of each other — and the silence

Of the moment hath stood far too long.

It wished, it wished it spoke —

But it won’t speak.

We wished, we wished we remained still,

Till the banyan never ends its meditation,

Till the breeze never ends its whispers,

Till the grass never fades,

And till the moment never speaks…