The night is dark
My room is black
The rain is drizzling
The moon is risen
Its gonna be a cold night
I can hear the march of Knight
Out of my room I look into the sky
The stars are gone
The wind is come
The cloud is thick
The mud release the tick
The leaves are wavering
Left to right
The ground is wet
The meal is set
Walk gently to prevent a fall
Though the weather is changed
It will not be yoke beyond its range
Take your place
And stay in your space
Your race is not by pace
But by grace
Remember to set an alarm before you sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem