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Moon of Summer

لأن الوجدَ أثرٌ من آثار فضل الحق

But pain is a trace of blessing of God.
Umar Suhrawardi

Another eve, another song is sung,
O Summer, wait... So few is left
Of dreamy moon of season this... Alas;
Yet tiny sickle, - brittle as a breath
'Mid clouds purple shines...
"Goodbye!" The reed is whispering; calm,
Sad lake repeats, "Goodbye!"
But how... you - the moon of Summer cast,
Just threw your sweet reflex on lake,
And yet, already leaving us, so soon,
You conjured soul and heart, but stay...
Why to depart, so love I listen how you croon...

This dark-blue sky, give me a gulp -
A gulp of deepness thine -
I crave to be nocturnal heaven dun,
To contemplate the moon of Summertime.
So many yet... so plenty of
The fallen leaves on water - sighs -
So many sighs you carry, pond,
Thereof are you so pure? Moon,
A lunar stone bestow on me
In memory of you...

August 2018

Umar Suhrawardi, The Knowledge of the Spiritually Learned
عوارف المعارف

Translation from Arabic
by Denis Bezmelnitsin