Dusk came calling and calling unto me.But i too blind and engrossed by the joys of dawn.Fail to see that twilight has deadly thoughts towards me
And so hideous are they its thought that i fall deep.
Rollin' above my heads were its fangs
Like the bites of dogs.
I could've shot at it and run
with just little efforts if care were like frogs.
yet i was engrossed by the joy of the morning
When i was unconciously hanged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem