Oh, Night, what a wonder.
The shroud that covets thee,
Has also covered me.
Oh, night, please; grant release -
Such sweet aroma, the lunar blossoms bestow,
Atop frigid bone-marred peaks and atop this rigid nose.
If not for the sake of knowing, who would ever choose to go?
Oh, Night, what a wonder.
Oh, Solitude, what a wonder.
The melody that bolsters thee,
Has also embraced me.
Oh, solitude, please, beckon belief -
Tantalizing silence, thy garments all gone awry,
Laden gardens of creation emptied; numerous flasks, now withered dry.
If not for thy forsaken tale, would thee have cherished mine?
Oh, Solitude, what a wonder.