The Night...

The night knows my tear ...

The moon becomes dear...

The sky becomes silent ...

I am awaking...

My lord, you become dear.

The star is blinking...

The moon is shining ...

The rose is sleeping .....

The wind is blowing ...

The birds are sleeping ...

The terrible sight becomes darker.

And darker...

The thought becomes higher ...

As a poet o' lord your creation ...

Become beautiful and smoother...