When the milieu cools down;
When the chirping of birds ceases;
When silence prevails everywhere;
When birds move to nest;
When cicadas give music, lingo unknown;
When a worn out body demands rest;
When food cooked, eaten, is most tasty;
When mother says to baby, close your eyes;
When moon shines in sky, replacing bright sun;
When stars twinkle from heaven, each a jewel handing, beyond reach;
When most sweet songs hardly heard in distant village, seems this a heavenly chorus;
When darkness blankets every corner everywhere;
Go to sleep, good Night, good Night, good Night...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful little poem to which most of us can relate. Thank you for posting it.
thanks for reading my poem