A-nother night is serene,
N-othing is heard but silence;
G-oing to bed may be later,
E-ach tick is in good sense.
L-et the voice of the night echo in the deepest mind;
A-llow it to make better even the moment most unkind.
D-ay twenty-eighth October
I-s starting to burn the light;
Z-enith has heard the sound
O-f silence of the
N-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem