The frozen streets in moonshine glitter.
The moonlight hour has long been ha'd.
Ah me! the wind blows deadly 'n bitter.
And I'm alone, in peace and far.
In every vein seems life to languish.
Their evilness my arms no more can bear.
But no one feel the Orphan's anguish.
And no one hears the Orphan's pray'r.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem