Think about me under the night sky,
When the stars will smile at your sight
Whisper my name to the soft night-breeze;
Sky is full of stars, silver Moon burns
Night thickens, Moon trembles-
Soft smell of flowers in the air
A silver line disappears in the red of the east.
Weary Moon goes to bed and fresh Sun takes her place.
Pray but one prayer for me with your closed lips,
Think but one thought of me up in the stars,
Stars see through the window
Sleep drops like the gentle dew
Eye lips kiss
God knows what I miss.
Tell my name secretly to the pillow
Think of me before sleep
See my face up in the stars
I hear all from the stars and dews.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem