O my dear night
Can I hold you in a cup
As a simmering liquid and
Drink you as a potion to my delight
Inebriated and gay
Can I rise up high into the
Sky and flow with the cool wind
And with the moon and the stars play
Can I love and kiss you
O my dear nigh and hold
Your slippery frame in my palms
As flowers hold the simmering dew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem