And the moment has finally come,
The tired day has to rest,
It welcomes the dark queen to become,
A mother who sings a lullaby to her best.
The vanishing sun beyond the edge,
A great feast to our eye,
Is the painting, framed by the horizon hedge,
Seeing this in awe, we do cry.
The beauty of the twilight's glow,
Which lights up the lovely evening,
Spirits arise and put up a show,
Of hope to many millions dreaming.
Sunset is inevitable in everyone's life,
A time to relive those wonderful moments,
All that fame and fortune was rife,
And that the death of greed was meant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem