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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Scent of Spring

Führt der gleiche Tanz der Horen
Freudig nun den Lenz zurück,
Wird das Todte neu geboren
Von der Sonne Lebensblick!
Friedrich Schiller

This kissing rain of sentiment,
Again I feel the Spring;
Yon lovely cloud as a swan -
A hope foreshows to me.
I been dispersed in Harfs of moon,
A fume of bleak dim night,
When suddenly the winds me took
And strew'd in heart aroma, spice.
The ice of melancholy vanish'd, face
Of drowning moon in pond did flash,
Exempt from the glacier; luna saved...
Again love chants I hear, plash
Of vernal rill of melodies,
The smiles of bright primroses, odour
Of midnight - I see, inbreathe...
The Spring shed by a fragrant rain; besotted
Poet of sunset hath met
In southern sky a charming star...
The one revived by Love shall never fade,
As said Hafiz; writ on the heaven's arc
Are names of lovers - those of heart.

January 2018

هرگز نمیرد آن که دلش زنده شد به عشـق

Never shall die the one, whose heart was revived by Love.
Hafiz, Ghazal 11

Translation from Farsi
by Denis Bezmelnitsin