The Wind and the Moon

This poem is an adaptation of a poem written by George MacDonald in the 1800s.

 
The wind was very, very proud (गर्विष्ठ).
He was strong and cold, and spoke very loud.
“Some day, Moon, I will blow you out!
I will blow out your light,” he said with a shout (ओरडा).
“At night, I don’t like you looking at me,
As I walk in the fields and dance with the trees.”



 
The Wind blew hard in every place.
With clouds he covered the Moon’s bright face.
“At last!” he cried, “I blew out the Moon!”
But the Moon just smiled and came back very soon.
The Wind was furious (क्रुद्ध) and filled the sky with rain.
It rained in the town, and in the fields on the grain.


 
 
The town was washed clean and the grain grew tall.
The proud, cold Wind did not like that at all.
“I,” do you hear? “I am the king of the sky.
I will put out the sun and then you will die!”
But the sun and the moon had no fear or doubt.
Too far below them was the wind’s empty shout.

Moral: What did you learn from this poem?