One summer night in a library
The moonlight was penetrating from the sky
The wind was playing outside and inside
The books out of their homes gleamed
The pages were the fluttering butterflies
A little sound was there no mortal cries
From a shelf a holy book skipped down
Clothes were rugged, skin brown
"I am here at rest on the bed."  Said she "unsolicited.
They come; speak to you, I am elided.
You are always jovial and no despair.
New birth you take , of death no fear.
Have they forgotten who look after me?
It is He who made the hills and the sea.
I don't need their care, their heed.
They do me to themselves better feed.
I am the only ship to take them heaven
To enjoy his blessings, to sorrows shun."