My fragrance comes in night
Those who enjoy me as a fragrant flower
The night's fragrance poets sung
In beautiful words they created poems
Night is not the definition of darkness
At least as a fragrant flower I can assure
The midnight don't be feared here
Midnight is only a middle way to morning
The great experience of silence we feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem