Once at nighttime, God-willing,
I passed through Sparta.
It was late, and I was tired.
My heart my bones were killing.
If you ever fail to note,
The beauty of the night,
Then you are woefully ignorant,
You have to sink before you float.
The girl I loved once taught me,
And never I forgot
To take in the beauty of the night.
And now it has bought me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it night is beautiful and mysterious as well keep it up