Autumn wind plays with the curtains,
Through the open windows, autumn has arrived,
The sun sparkles on the glass with its rays,
The time for Indian summer has come.
Leaves are about to rustle beneath our feet,
In the morning, fog will rise over the river,
The blue sky in the distance over the mountains,
And autumn rain, but with summer's thunder.
A warm autumn, such a lovely time,
The air is clear, like mountain crystal,
A rainbow in the sky, as if bridled,
And beneath our feet, a floral shawl.
Take with you from autumn everything you can,
The air, the smiles, the flowers and the weather,
The golden sunset of Indian summer,
The high arches of a starry sky.
Mahmud Layuk
September 14, 2024, Enem.
Translated by Asiet Zhukova
Autumn wind plays with the curtains
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