THE MOON – MY LOVE
The night comes without clamour.
There is the moon wearing a shawl.
My soul is undivided, maybe it is not in the sky.
It asks only love and love.
A darkness bringing winds,
The night is focusing on me.
I call the moon: “My life, come on…”
No answer, the world is quiet, tranquil.
I gaze at the sky for a long time.
The moon is smiling, sad but shiny.
The night never traps me,
I will face it with a dawn soon.
Now you will come down from the sky…
--tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Moon II -- Anna Wojtcz ak