The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one; 
Yet the light of the bright world dies 
With the dying sun. 
The mind has a thousand eyes, 
And the heart but one: 
Yet the light of a whole life dies 
When love is done.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
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