The quiet and courageous night,
A The keen vibration of the stars,
Call me, from morbid peace, to fight
The world's forlorn and desperate wars.
The air throbs like a rolling drum
The brave hills and the singing sea,
Unrest and people's faces come
Like battle-trumpets, rousing me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem