It is twelve midnight
Already the people
Around me are sleeping
I don't want
To say they are snoring
Still they are.
The head lingers awake
But the words
Have gone to bed
I am praying that
Tomorrow when the words
Wake up
They will not
Find the head
In a slumber.
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I would like to translate this poem
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