Nights, there you are
Take me to thee, soon
I am tired of war
I behold each dawn and noon
I suffer, in day light
Beneath the sun I sweat
Beyond the land; tears wet
Night when thee falls
To blind us all, who tread
Amid the blood I bemoan,
I praise'hail the nights, move ahead'
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I would like to translate this poem
A monarch of rules pave way to fear and outery.. Beneath the sun I sweat Beyond the land; tears wet Night when thee falls To blind us all, who tread Amid the blood I bemoan,