Reality was under the feet
Gaze to the moon to ride onto heaven
What real love in the mysticism of nature
Myself I felt with the tips of my fingers
Breathing self is what life is
What moon from ages of creations
To many was a mirror for their faces
In craters read names of their loves
Into half to show miracles manifest
Desert red for the Majnun in the wild
Sewen by the young girl to her frock
Is in half behind the veil black
The moon with pride and prejudice
Oceans in emotions when in full
Life it sustains not so is it harmless
Aye in the dark of the night it goes hiding
Behind the clouds we counted stars
Not for luck but play of the child
Again was the moon like sun from the east
On the beloved it shines like shines on the lover
Taketh my lesson O heart dear lament not
The dropp of thy tear for the beloved that ye shed
Is moon of the fourteenth and nothing else on thy chest
5/6/2009
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-of-the-fourteenth/
