A-fter the noon is gone,
N-ew moon begins to come;
N-o more light from the beacon, although the wind stays calm.
V-iew from everywhere
I-s black, dark, and gray;
L-amp can guide your steps,
L-ife on earth is not all-day.
A-s twenty-first of December
J-oins the birthday delight;
U-nderneath the coal sky,
A-im not to fear the
N-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem