Haiku.

Haiku.

Very oft I compare,
the beauty of the moon,
with the beauty of a maiden,
which not only dazzles our eyes
but also seduces our minds.

When the sun rises from the night bed
and the rays are slanting.
It looks like a maiden
who is standing on a hanging veranda,
with her dremy eyes
and the hairs are scattered on shoulders,
like clouds with many layers.

I compare the beauty of the setting sun,
with the maiden with broken heart
who is less careful abou herself
and surrenders her life,
to her dark fate.