Grateful to fall asleep:
Unlike when the waters weep '
Dripping through the face of the sad earth;
Burying her dead '
Now the eyes are dim;
So it is when the coy moon throws her beam '
Some say the night has fallen;
Yet, hanging like a swollen balloon'
Drifting wearily across the the snowy lagoon;
Some owls crying nighh'
And dark spirits flying by;
The world at night is full of sighs'
Even the sleeping groans are high;
All to equip darkness to be feared '
Though in sleep we would never care;
Hours were gently so '
Never to disturb the calm too;
Till the end and dawn '
Is taken so lightly as a frown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem