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Summer, where are Ye Fleeing?

والقلبُ الواجد رَبَّه نُورٌ

But the suffering heart -
Its master is light.
Umar Suhrawardi

Moon alone on lake forsaken,
Fallen leaves afloat...
Yet another month is taken,
With eve clouds gone.
Summer as a bird before
Her departure... chants
The romance of farewell... Tell
Me brooding moon, where are
All these summers, dreams fled?
Where? - "In the songs they turned, but
Don't you hear singing in thy heart?"

Ay, but why
These sere leaves on water sound
By some sad and plangent rhymes?
Maybe they the galleys drown'd
Of my dreams? - "But grief of thine -
From the loss of heart, but see -
Pieces broken where fell, anow -
Flowers fragrant there be...
So live, shall never fade thy dreams..."

August 2018

Umar Suhrawardi, The Knowledge of the Spiritually Learned
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Translation from Arabic
by Denis Bezmelnitsin


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