Maah-e-Nau

The sun's great vessel, shattered, drowned in azure deep, A single fragment o'er the water's face does sweep.

Into the bowl of heaven drips the twilight's blood-red stain, Has Nature's lancet opened the great sun's very vein?

The heavens have stolen the earring from the Bride of Evening's ear, Or is it a fish of rawest silver in the water, clear?

Your caravan proceeds without the need for a caravan's call, The ear of man cannot perceive the sound of your footfall.

This scene of waxing, waning, to our eyes you show, But where your homeland, to what distant country do you go?

O planet, seemingly so fixed, please take me in your tow, For longing's thorn now keeps me restless with its constant blow.

A seeker of the Light, I suffocate in this dark place, In the school of existence, a child with mercury-footed pace.