Late moon takes the baton - offering to the twilight a bow in sacrifice: with glow greeting star aesthetes - an orchestra of crickets - eternal poets, so that songs of love inspired by the muses - they would loudly sing in the thickets.
Wieslaw Musialowski 10/9/2001
Friends, I am asking for your understanding, because all my translations must be proofread and corrected. Poems are hard to translate (even in free verse translations). The original is rhymed. Regards.