I would have slept all night
But for the dreams that repeatedly broke the quiet,
Filled with shouts and cries they were,
I could not suppress their loudness
That scarred my mind,
That brought me awake, again and again.
Injured, I sat at the open window panting for breath,
Looking deep into the night all night,
For the solitary beam of daylight to breakthrough;
They alone who have suffered this wait know
How difficult it is to pass those lonely moments
Battling with your dreams, again and again.
I do not cover my bald pate with a straw hat,
Such as those seen on the waterfront,
Flimsy, and about to catch fire they seem,
But I suppose my head needs the fire
To burn the nagging dreams that refuse to die
Making me suffer pain, again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem