On a Night Train

The night is black,
The train speeds on its track,
Now it tunnels cliffs,
Now it crosses water,
Now above the vale it lifts,
Now along the river,
Again within the city,
Then in the village center.

Again amidst the blackest black
Where only night is sitting,
The train speeds on its track,
Chug-chug, chug-chug,
Jug-jug, jug-jug.
To its sound my thoughts are fitting,
Chug-chug, chug-chug,
Jug-jug, jug-jug.

Where will you carry me, I wonder?
Please set me down in Paradise.
To Eden’s garden take me back.
But whatever place it be,
upon whatever track,
I do not care, for you bear
My very dearest here with me.

Credit

From Translations of Oriental Poetry (New York: Prentice Hall, 1929) by Younghill Kang. This poem is in the public domain.