新月

倚着飄逸的裙沿，
她緩緩地駛入我的夢境。

她的思緒，
跳動着，輕輕地、無聲息地、尤如那遙遠的星。

她的激情，
象躲在鞘里的利劍、呼之欲出。
象冰那樣堅固、渴求消融。

她的聲音，
羞色的，纖弱的，隱約出她那飽受煎熬的靈魂。

我渴望她，
尤如欲醉欲仙的蘇菲托缽僧那樣，
無盡的旋轉，通宵達旦。。。

她來了，讓我受盡那快樂的折磨，
她走了，宛如一絲談談的輕風，漸漸地西去。。。

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.