Trickling the moonlight
Beighten the glowworm
Not is dream to one"s eye an hour; but
The sadness of this sleepy-head
That"s sleeplessness in my tearful eye
Down is anxious along whit me
Morning requests to me
I bring of his blessed breeze news the nation were
Bereaved of their possession
But in my heart is hopelessness
Of this journey
The delicate"s stem of rose that
I plant it whit more LOVE
I irrigate it whit heartily
Oh! That rose faded by my side
My hands search
For opening ray of hope
Trichling the moonlight
Brighten the glowworm
An alone man whit blister foot in the long way
Stands near the village
With the knapsack upon his shoulder
His hand on the door ;telling himself
The sadness of this sleepy-hesd
That's sleeplessness in my tearful eye
NIMA YOUSHIJ