Watching reflections of lights indoors shining
upon panes of glass and looking royally into a
beautiful night.
Scenery being held in arms of nighttime shadows,
tempting this poet as the moon comes out from be-
hind the clouds.
Disturbing the shadows in their lairs, making them
run and hide beneath other shadows until morning's
light shines once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem