crescent moon hangs in nightmares <br />swords were charmed to defy <br />empty hearts turn to dust <br />vanished in disguise <br /> <br />you strikes the lyre <br />fluttering in desire <br />distant villages <br />are very green <br /> <br />Je prendrai les rayons du lune <br />Je dirai les mots des poemes <br />Je jouerai les musiques du paradis <br />Et du respect pour chaque matin <br /> <br />it is bound to be <br />a freedom feeling <br />all frontiers push back <br />you steadfast as thou heart <br /> <br />awake for a while in a slippery road <br />of mist upon the reddish valley <br />mixed emotion to care <br />a ponder of array <br /> <br />(dedicated to a poet friend at poemhunter, Obinna Eruchie)<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footnote-3/
