Oh Night, do not lull me into sleep
Over the miles, far away my love waits for me
Sleep is afraid to dropp on his tired eyelids
So alert is his vigil for me
A dropp of tear trickles down his eyes
A dropp of blood drops down mine
Our heart is torn into little parts
Our voice is choked into silence
Our pain is silent
Our love is deep
The moon and the stars
Are our bridge
So Night do not lull me into sleep
Till my love fills his every breathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Night is portrayed as the evil omen but did night surrender to the dungeons of love or love actually that remains the question of night's fury and love's glory...however 10 for the thoughts in exuberance..