Chaand

O Moon, your beauty is all Nature's grace, Your timeless way, to watch this earthly space.

That mark upon your breast, a stain so clear, A scar of deep desire you hold so dear?

I'm restless on the earth, you in the sky, We both are on a quest, both you and I.

Is Man the candle for your hall of night? Is your goal also where I seek my light?

The one you seek among the stars so high, Is hidden in the clamor of all life's cry.

It stands within the cypress, sleeps in green, It sings in nightingales, in buds unseen.

Come! I will show its radiant face to you, In river-mirrors and the glass of dew.

In deserts, plains, and on the mountain's height, Within Man's heart, and in your face's light.