Burning the midnight candles turn wax.
studiously i stay through out the night
my heart and soul yearns for excellency.
It burns and burns and burns the ear of my book to ashes
Vigilantly i study through out the night studiously as a watch dog over the night.
The chimney's light goes dim, then i stagger to refill the tank all in cry for excellency.
The world awaits to see the glory of the night angel.
''Make hay whiles the sun shines'' as the saying goes, i spread my wings wide, high and high i fly to meet my fate up above the sky at day.
onto my head i take the crown, my neck takes the jewelery and my feet stands firm.
My heart and soul at rest to yearn no more, as i gain the glory of excellency.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem