So that I may survive, to bring these

Tales of the time, of the night

That exists nowhere to be found

So in the day, to mark these ways,

As the foreign words of a

Traveller and a god

O fraudulent night, why bring me

To thou doorstep, if I had known

Better light?

What is your purpose with me, with

You tumultuous night?

The fervor and fever that grips me

At once, will be relentless

In my struggle for weathering

Tomorrow

The winds that aligned in the light of

Mistrust, they possess me and

Thoughtlessness steals into night

Finally, release me; this purging

Permits me, at last, to be one

With my mind, and that I may

Lay gentle, with a thing of beauty

By my side,

And go gently, into this good

Night