When dappled shadows flit through darkened backstreets, 
and whispers rendezvous with one another, 
the usual bright spirits take a backseat.
They nurture remnants of rebounds which smother. 
When cadence of sweet trilling of dawn chorus		
unwelcome thief: give dream a few more seconds.		 
Deceit of sun when rays are merely porous, 		
its loving embrace reaches out and beckons.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    