The Moon

O moon! Your beauty is the dignity of creation Circumambulating the earthly sanctuary is your old habit

This something like a spot which appears on your breast Are you someone’s Lover? Is this the Longing’s scar

I am restless on the earth, you are impatient in the sky You are also in search, I am also in search

Man is the candle of the congregation which is also yours The direction in which I am going is also your destination

The one you are searching for in the stars’ silence Perhaps is concealed in the commotion of life

It is standing is the cypress tree, is sleeping in the verdure Is singing in the nightingale, is silent in the flower bud

Come, I shall show you His luminous cheek In rivers’ mirror, in dew’s looking glass

In forest, in mountains in everything only He exists In the heart of Man, in your cheek only He exists