Winter night (a poem).

This is my favorite poem, hands down. It was not me who've written it, but I made a few futile attempts to translate it in order to share it with the rest of the world. So, without a further ado... here goes... You be the judge, I did my best to relay the emotion behind the text.

Snowstorms blowing everywhere throughout the land,
The candle burned on the table, the candle burned.
As swarms of midges in the summer fly toward the flame
The snowflakes from the yard swarmed toward the window pane.
The blizzard molded rings and arrows on the glass
The candle burned up on the table, the candle burned.
The shadows on illuminated ceiling cast,
Arms, legs and destinies, all fatefully crossed.
Two slippers dropping to the floor with mild tap
Wax tears from the night light dripping on a dress.
And all was lost in snow haze, gray-haired and white,
The candle shined up on the table, the candle shined.
Mild wind blew on the candle from the corner
Temptation heat, as if an angel, raised its wings
Crosswise.
It snowed all month long that winter,
The candle burned up on the table, with a hint.
Blunt...

Late as hell, so bedtime now...