Crescent Moon

By: Gazal

Riding on skirts of the wind,
arriving gently into my realm.

Her mind pulses gently,
silently, like a distant star.

She guards her passion,
like a sharp sword within the sheath.

Like ice, that hard, frigid matter,
that melts willingly with time.

Her voice, timid, circumspect,
betrays her tormented soul.

I covet her, I desire her like a dervish,
twirling endlessly in the night.

She arrived and tortured me,
then returned like an easterly breeze.

新月

踏着風的裙襬
輕輕的
你飛到我的夢裡

你的思緒
靜靜的閃爍
象那顆
遙遠的星星

你的激情
被深深的埋藏
象一把鋒利的寶劍
卡在鞘里

你的心
象又冷又硬的冰
慢慢的
開始融化

你的聲音
怯怯的， 欲言又止
暴露了你
飄搖的靈魂

我想你
輾轉瘋狂的想你
在每一個
無盡的夜裡

你終於來了
和我極盡纏綿
然後你就走了
象四月的微風
沒有帶走
一顆水粒 :)