If water had wetted the moon
Then no longer would a cold breeze
Wring me with a shivering spell, of frosty gloom;
And chance a star-filled dew falling in air,
Twinkling—drippings of the moon's mare
Will buoy our barren mirth, and please
Us and our earthly kindred, of our wear
Of hopes, of rosy lips, and budded tongues 1
For if water had wetted the moon
Then no longer drink from earthly springs;
Moon drops, raven as obsidian, soon
Return to our dry lands, a wet, moist sprig;
Return to us course love, that will wash us 10
Out of ignorance and unreflecting love
Of us and our earthly kindred, of our wear
Of hopes, of rosy lips, and budded tongues
For if water had wetted the moon
Then dew and satisfy every dreaded stoic
Then unchain the prideful sun, of its heroic
Light that in heaven reigns, rain
Here and revel in glowing, moony tides,
Restore rustic sceneries, and clad once clods
Their fig-leaf garlands, that bear a wizened brain
For sips of Aqua Luna, where timeliness bides
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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Comments (2)
Feels like Hafiz has returned...
This was so ethereal and magical! Such a wonderful poem!