A Forbidden Rendezvous!
නිරන්ජන් සෙල්වදුරේ සිඩ්නි, ඔස්ට්රේලියාව
The Sun uncurled at the break of dawn
On a mist-veiled, drowsy morn;
He stretched his golden rays in a yawn
Past the waking hills and beyond.
From the corner of his amber eye
He spied, at heaven’s edge on high,
A silver maiden, hushed and pale,
Drifting beneath a shimmering veil.
The Sun spoke across the foggy gloom,
Gallant in his customary boom:
“I have not seen thee here till now —
Fair shining one, who art thou?”
A whisper was heard with a touch of fear:
“I lingered longer than most nights here.
In velvet dark I freely roam —
I am the Moon; the night my home.”
“I’ve heard of thee, sweet queen of night,
Crowned by stars in sparkling light.
Night is thy realm — yet day is mine;
Why step beyond that fated line?”
“Though stars abound, I wander lone at night,
I’ve heard of thee — thy glory, warmth, and might.
So I lingered for one brief glimpse of thee,”
The Moon murmured soft, yet trembled free.
The Sun flushed deep in crimson glow
And leaned over the tree-line below:
“Fair one, I’ll meet thee ere next dawn —
The heat of day bids thee be gone.”
With a smile upon her gentle face,
The Moon drifted with silver grace,
Beyond the hills and oceans blue,
On cloud nine — at that promised rendezvous.
“The Sun and Moon are planning a date,”
The high-flying Falcon told his mate.
“Soon none shall know of day or night —
Oh, heavenly Fathers! Guard our plight.”
කවිය බලන්න
