Beyond the stroke of midnight, 
in a kingdom far away, 
a fading soul is stranded 
praying for the light of day, 
he yearns to have the darkness 
broken by a calming flame, 
to bring his mind contentment 
from this wicked worldly game. 
Confused, he lays in silence 
midst the demons of the night 
where tranquil sleep's departed
leaving agony to fight, 
but just when hope has vanished 
comes a brilliance from afar; 
approaching with rare splendor 
is his priceless morning star. 
Irradiating beauty 
and surrounding him with grace 
she frees him from the bondage
of depression's cold embrace 
and wraps her love around him 
in a blanket warmed by peace 
consoling him 'til morning 
when the daylight brings release. 
He wakens to a whisper 
and a tender kiss good-bye; 
she promises his patience 
will reveal the reasons why 
and guide him 'til tomorrow 
when his dreams won't be denied 
beyond the stroke of midnight 
where his morning star resides.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    