How To Quiet It?

when i go alone at night,
to have a rendezvous with my love,
birds do not sing, wind does not stir.
streets stand silent,
in the mellow gleam of the musing moon...
it is the sound of my own breath that grows loud,
and i don't know how to quiet it...

when i sit in my room,
To listen to her footsteps,
leaves do not rustle, water in the river sleeps still,
and clouds retreat away,
singing the long preludes of sunrise...
it is the sound of my own heart beating wildly,
and i don't know how to quiet it...

when my love finally comes,
and sits by my side, to becharm me,
my breath trembles and my eyelids droop,
the night darkens,and monsoon breezes diffuse,
and then clouds veil over the stars...
my love is just a thought which stirs up this very song,
and i don't know how to quiet it...