The night doth seem to say
Of the weak and mournful souls
That light shines faintly or not at all
For those trapped within its grip
And the righteous man sleeps silent through the night
For him, sun shines brightly after purest of sleep
In him lies the light of day now gone to night
Whence he wake it will rise again
And cast the moon lit man aside
As there is but one light that shines to meet mine eye
And in its hour it will rise again
To part the fraud from truth
And darkness shall not touch mine eyes
From the hand that shuts them tight
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I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like you have experienced sweet sleep, written about in Proverbs 3: 24, 'when you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.' Good poem. Gracie