Darkness Darkness everywhere
Sound of skimming swallows
Night's ghostly army here
Gobble me up on my pillows.
Cries of dogs and roost
The whole world appears lonely
Except from morning till noon
It seems to be cowardly.
The world appears to be in a great commotion
When risen up
Eager to be lonely
But,  at night,  it becomes so lonesome
Eager to seek pleasure and fraternity..