Thursday, September 1, 2016

Umid Ali writes


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…
My moon…

--tr.  Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

 Moon II -- Anna Wojtcz ak

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