Midnight, moon, self oblivion
The past and present assembled in limbo
Silence, in the form of a prayer
Blesses the cluster of gloomy stars

A cascade of silence flowing
The sense of self crushed from four directions
As if life is part of a dream
As if the whole world is a mirage
Asleep atop of the dense trees
The tired voice of moonlight

The Milky Way, with half-open eyes
Tells of the traditions offered with love
With the silent strings of the heart
I am sizzling in a state of intoxication
Desire, dream, your face beautiful.

(my translation of a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz).

(c) Satori Publishing, 2020.