ഇന്നലെ രാത്രി, ഇന്നു പകല്... ഇന്നുരാത്രി..
WHEN the golden day is done.
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, flower and sun,
Vanish all things mortal.
............
Till at last the day begins
In the east a-breaking,
In the hedges and the whins
Sleeping birds a-waking.
(Stevenson, Robert Louis)
