Thank you Gisele and everyone for sharing your thoughts.
I found a sligntly different translation to a small section of Boris pasternak's poem from March
The translations will be varied, and it is always difficult to do justice to a poem when translating it.
O nights, O passing days and nights!
The drip from eaves and window sills,
The thinning icicles on gables,
The chatter of unsleeping rills!
Boris Pasternak