Umid Ali writes

THE BALANCE

I

The sky!

The wire-ink sky –

Its fire is igniting the moon –

Starts becoming black –

As air lacks air.

Mother earth!

Its fondness is the sun –

Its cuddle warms the soul –

Although you suffer

It gives you a place from its heart.

II

The sky!

The sky – ghost market…

They sell themselves to others.

With their endless accounts,

A people of the ghost market

The earth!

The earth – soul market…

They devotes themselves to you,

Gratis and gratis,

A people of the soul market

III

The sky!

Unthankful this sky –

Impracticable wish

The earth!

Kind mother earth –

The heart has grown up to the world. 

--tr  Asror Allayaro from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

Sun Moon Eclipse -- S. D. Belska