When the Evening Comes
When the sun, after hard work of the day,
becomes tired and is about to go beyond the limit of the horizon, it invites
the night for the world and says good-bye to the world. At this, time it begins
to be dark all over the horizon. Moreover, I stop toward my home like a bird
flying toward its nest. I look around with the eagerness of a foreign tourist.
How nice everything looks! The remnant of the last rays of the departing sun
has tinged the tender leaves of the trees all around. It seems that everything
around has bathed in a huge sea of blood-red vermillion. In the field, the
cattle are returning home splashing dust with their tails. At times their
offspring’s are running, jumping, and galloping ahead of them in ecstatic merriment.
The evening is calm. It has covered the earth with a mysterious canopy of
heavenly fabric. Everywhere is flooded under a mystery. Abstruseness. It
becomes darker, and I star for home.
