what pleasures could we need? <br />whose The Empress we served? <br />where real joys our soul mates were? <br /> <br />with the love of beloved children <br />we'll decorate the most splendid sun <br />we'll recite the divine magnetic verses <br /> <br />our wishes are heavy with many sparkles <br />like ripe moon bearing down the crystal lake <br />that flies across to Greenland, and sings aloud<br /><br />Ahmad Shiddiqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-conference-of-the-nightingales/
