Long night's have
long been here
yet never near.
To lie upon soft
sheets again.
For vigilance must not
be taken from me
alas when
forced to sleep.
For as all
true kings
must learn
to weep.
For the hawks
the eagles
still will be.
Some sit with wonder
and watch me cry.
My spirit returns ten
times as strong
to learn
to sing and
dance the song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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