The breeze the night offer, speak
of a gone day.
My bones flake out and fall
in love with beds.
The third leg now lean
to be faithful to my stand.
For those I ascend now, descends some others.
Oh!.. I’ve walked a long journey from the cradle,
I have to woo my bed.
Reminiscence of my youth
I lavished my golden time,
And my sorrows ‘ve piled up and turned dinner for me.
…day is gone now, Mom.
The milk in your breasts has grown sour.
My infant smiles now fades away on my face,
Now in my saddest, upon whose shoulders do I cry?
With whose voice do I cry?
Just tell me not to lay my undeniable bed,
So I’ll force my teeth to be revealed on my retired lips.
For now the sun has forbidden me,
And night my current master is giving me sleep,
I’ll get as soon as time comes to lie.
For I cool my heels for death; the spirit of the nights,
To walk me off the earthly face and make me her groundchild.
My Forefathers; prince of the celestials,
My soul give a close cry for salvation,
Rest my soul in your arms, before I lie,
Let my farewell on earth wish me paradise beneath
As I bade farewell to those who shall turn slumberers with me.
Also to those who the sun still befriends
who sees day in my dark,
To bade we growing slumberers farewell
For here sinisters of my grey days says,
“Time is come for me, sleep ‘the ray of the Dusk’.”
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