The Night

I hear the bells ringing

In rhythm with the wind swirls

My mind murmurs

Quiet, quiet, quiet!

Do not wake the birds up

Which rest in their nests

After a bird's toil

Do not wake the gentle souls

Who lie under the graves

Do not wake the infants

Who sleep on their mother's lap

Let them rest

Let them rest till the night fades

And the day breaks out

Let them feel

The beauty of darkness

Night is calm

Night is quiet

Like the slumber of a poet

In his world of imagination

Do not break it's nature

It will depart quickly and quietly