O night! You are so pretty.
Cool, silent, yet a teacher.
The one who teaches me importance of silence,
The one who makes me what I am,
The one who gives me time to contemplate my soul.

But the dawn will break in a few moments.
Should I be happy of that,
Of getting the dawn by fighting you.

Or should I be sad,
That I've lost you.
My escort,
Who kept my zeal alive,
Who taught me to fight,
Who made me learn to rise again.
                                -Saurabh Tiwari