LAILA BICHNA'AN

The night started in splendor
On the face of fields and expanses
And the cloak of silence is wrapped
Revealing in its midst its stars.

The moon, a shard of glass
His eyes will lift to you
Look now, look at the moon
Hey, the adorned girl, this is the constellation.

Hey night, my night,
A night of wondrous wonders
Hey night, my night,
The thousands of words.

He is weaving, weaving this night
And with a gentle touch, touch of the heart
For in a thousand myriad eyes
The secrets of his fields are revealed.

The night started in splendor
And the song is complete on the flute
Please, I am the way,
For I will fall until the Galilee.