Classic Poem

When the moon wraps the earth in silvery light,
When the wind moans or raging lightning flashes,
When dawn opens the eyes of the tender narcissi,
I weep for the Flower who weeps with unshed tears.

Beautiful Lady, show Fate the bleeding place
Where the Archer's arrow hit the mark.
Let the sunrise touch a parched star
And soak up light from the well of your sublimity.

Let Dawn's tears kiss your sunset.
Do not lose yourself in sorrow for all the days you've lost.
All around you is the universe: see it with your touch.
Take the flowers in your hands, leave the thorns for my soul.

When night falls and silence spreads over the valley
Take your guitar. Seek your inspiration from the sorrowing clouds,
And move the stars to pity for a star without light.
Perhaps your song will draw down rays of mercy.

When birds in their humming nests
Pierce the branches in the garden with their warbling,
The fluttering music of my thoughts comes to you,
Sings out my poems, pays tribute to your beauty.
When the dew melts on the tender leaves
And the Golden Cruet pours its fragrance into flowers' cups,
I pray the Dream-Nymphs in their magic realm
To melt their tune into your eyelids, melt the sorrow in my heart.