One may speculate, 
Why won't I lament; 
Thy coldness, thy strife, thy name, 
Yet why, should I be shamed? 
I don't resent this man in high carriage, 
Mighty but sad but gentle but brute; 
As twilight dims sinisterly, 
Here and then, take me.
I let it be, l won't fight, 
I don't scorn, it would be glee; 
For at midnight or morn, 
I shall rise again.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' Midnight or morn It will come to life to seize the moon' Nice lines.
Thank you so much Uche Nwanze :)