In the night of glassy palm
raising head and starting again.
To bring forth and making bane
of the midnight plane.
in the bring most forthright hour
a son and mother a daughter train
a family of the wonderouse heart
lit clain.Murming a sound
a hush of the night.
to light a starlight of what is right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem