The night is dreary when you not near me.
The stars gain colder when you off afar.
The moon grew paler when I looked lately.
But your heart is chiller, for it beats no longer.
My Queen-Moon of the heart, my guiding Star,
You are my sweet memories from afar--
So sweet, so deep, it aches my heart, my soul,
For I cannot see you till I your sleep follow.
So, sleep deeply, sweet baby, sleep softly,
No man can now stir your eternal eve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem