Every night, it seems bright;
In my bed, in drops shed;
It allures me, seems upheld me;
Dreams of mind, of every kind.
Hours past and all day I fast;
O my peer, is night so dear!
Let light shower my thought tower;
Form a ravine, dreams of mine.
Who is so kind? Whom I can find;
Reveal it all, the secret call;
Who is so bold? Entrust stories untold;
Let dreams you mould, before it’s cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem