Dead of night

At the dead of night
There are Bangma, Bangmi lying at home
Darkness surge around
Land not seen below.

Occasionally in the bamboo forest
The light of the firefly blazed
This is the night of the new moon
It is real darkish.

Wise owl in his house
Moved up
In that one corner of the forest
Cactus flowers are blooming.

This game of darkness
When will that end
In the morning sky
The sun of the day will rise, however.

(Bangma, Bangmi are epic birds from ancient stories.)