Nima Youshiij "Moonlight"
Moonlight’s flowing
A worm is glowing,
Not a breath to break slumber in the eyes and yet
The thought of this sleeping bunch
Breaks sleep in my watery eyes.
All-seeing, stands with me the dawn
Asking of me
To proclaim to his fallen lot the happy tiding of its life-giving breath
Alas, in my heart a thorn
Breaks the hardship of this journey.
Tender-bodied blossom of the plant that
With love I planted, and
With love I watered
Alas, breaks in my bosom.
My hands I chafe
And knock at the gate
In vain I linger
That one may answer
The gate and the walls, frail and flaccid,
Crumble on my head.
Moonlight’s flowing
A worm is glowing
Weary of a long journey
Stands a lonely man at the village gate
Knapsack on his back
One hand on the knocker, he says to himself:
“the thought of this sleeping bunch
breaks sleep in my watery eyes.”
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