Classic Poem

The day was sultry and the fervent sun
Troubled my brow with radiance of high noon;
Then rose my tall Qamar, my glorious one,
And that fierce planet, though with course half run,
Sank straightway, crying: " Why so soon, so soon,
So early comest thou, O sister Moon? "

Then all, they marvelled with a great surprise,
Seeing the glory of the sun depart.
Doubtless the great astrologers are wise,
Yet even they, with all their cryptic art,
Shall fathom not the secrets of my skies;
For lo, the moon that rose before their eyes
Sinks in my heart.