Sweet god of gods.
The joy of splendorous night.
Music that flows all around my body.
The inspiration of a rose.
Take a fight to win it all,
take the risk to fail,
take my hand to fly.
Glorious gold glows in the dark as I lonely sit.
Pure angel that levitates me though the highest mountains.
How splendorous is this night?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem