I so look forward to my comfy bed at night
Nesting in quilts 'n pillows of soft down
As aimless as when a leaf takes flight
In dreams who shall I be tonight?
A prince, a knight a clown?
Perhaps a snake, a bird or wild beast
To fly or run with free unbridled will
Be the greatest of all creatures or the least
From sweet wines of sleep I’ll drink my fill
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem