Who is this man
Who sends the midnight email?
What mind throbs with work
With the sky grown pale?
What energy drives
This outlook shorn of home?
Scorns the safer paths
Down which he could roam
What misguides this man
To think that midnight effort
Will not be drizzled away
And leave the morn unhurt?
Discard peace and restful things
For chance to dream spurn;
Let the morning be enough
For his struggles to return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh the night owl when will he see the day again