As your soul retires to bed
To rest from the day's edge
Having closed todays page
Count yourself honored
For many a person,
The aged and fresh
Got so lazy on the way to this hour
The sun too dips into
The hot and cursed Earth
To reload itself with more
Strength, Anger and curses
Enough to burn and
Curse out the ills
In the feet of people on the morrow
You too as you sleep
Deep yourself in safe dreams
That lure the spirits to lust
At you once more tomorrow
For this is their will always
Good night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a masterpiece crafted with fine choice of words to make a perfect flow