I Never Close The North-Window At Night...

Putting faith in is a power; Some easily believes everything On the other side, some hesitates to believe However I am giving here An account of a strange event: An ugly, deformed, hump-backed Clumsy looking unmarried girl, Daughter of a poor terminal peasant, Jumped into a pond of dirty miry water... Common householders And conservative men of the locality Thought she must fallen into the jaws of death.. Even her father getting ready To prepare the bed of her funeral pyre; But giving everybody surprise She comes out of the water self-evidently As if an angle, beautiful, charming, Pleasing, a golden image... Smilingly cast a glance; Then flew away over the valley, Over the cloud, Over the blue firmament, Over the horizon, beyond the sky-line... And bit by bit transformed Into a bright blue-silvery star.. I have seen myself; Yes, Yes, I have seen myself; Not a hearsay; At every night on the north horizon She appears regularly... I never close the north-window at night...