I gaze upon the starry night
but it holds no mystery or delight
no warmth of your skin on mine
nothing could make this night divine
Twinkle twinkle little star
do you know that my darling is far?
The grip of loneliness has me tight
on this cold, relentless night
So I wish upon the little star
to let my darling know that I’m not far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem