Goodnight we say, although the stars
Do not put out their lamps at dusk,
As sun goes round a bending curve,
A half a world away, because-
Half light, half darkness is our fate,
Upon this sphere, on which we roam;
Returning to our doors at dark,
We're pleased at night to be at home.
Goodnight we say; a short good-bye
Until the sun's above again,
We're blessed the earth is half in light
Until the daylight’s grown too thin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but it is the night from which we come! another good poem!