Come, poets, of the world unite!
Despite the ending day!
I challenge you to seize the night!
Before it melts away!
Above the papers, pens held tight!
New poems thus to share!
I challenge you to wait and write!
Anoint words with each prayer!
Come, poets, of the world, hold fast!
This night won't come anew!
And very soon it joins the past!
To fondly bid adieu!
Let sleepers sleep, perchance to dream!
God knows what dreams might bring!
I challenge you to be extreme!
Return to your writing!
Come, poets of the world, repent!
Cast off your sleepy heads!
You may think dreams are Heaven-sent!
But don't go to your beds!
Let God grant you some new insight!
Bless what you're writing for!
I challenge you to seize the night!
Write poems by the score!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem