The crescent

The sun's boat is broken and drowned in the

But a piece is floating about on the water of the

The twilight's pure blood drips into the sky's

Has the lancet of Nature drawn the sun's blood?

Has the sky stolen the ear ring of the evening's bride?

Or has the fragile cord in the Nile's waters strolling?

Your caravan is afoot without help of bell's

The human ear cannot hear your foot-steps'

You show the spectacle of rise and fall to the

Where is your home?

To which country are you going?

O star-like planet take me with

The prick of Longing's thorn keeps me restlessI am seeking light,

I am weary in this habitationI am the restless child in the existence's school…