Last night I wondered where you had found to sleep.
You weren't in bed. There was no-one in your chair.
Through every window the white, full moon glared .
I shivered in the garden. Where are you, my darling ?
I called out miserably: You will catch cold .
Waking, I let the daytime facts unfold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem