Night should not need to brag on so;
If night were so pretty, should it not
stand on its own feet so we'd all know
its secret beauty is no secret as we've thought?

Night is too quiet to need its own poetry.
To fill silence so profound is to insist
that Night continue to be lonely, to go on quietly -
we ought let Night enjoy itself, not resist.

And lastly Night's sweet and somber melody
should not hold us more entranced than Day.
The song is not heard less often nor played more readily -
each tune is a lovely song with something to say.

Night does not need our pity to feel brave.
Nor our sadness, fears or triumphs to be safe.