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

踏着风的裙摆
轻轻的
你飞到我的梦里

你的思绪
静静的闪烁
象那颗
遥远的星星

你的激情
被深深的埋藏
象一把锋利的宝剑
卡在鞘里

你的心
象又冷又硬的冰
慢慢的
开始融化

你的声音
怯怯的， 欲言又止
暴露了你
飘摇的灵魂

我想你
辗转疯狂的想你
在每一个
无尽的夜里

你终于来了
和我极尽缠绵
然后你就走了
象四月的微风
没有带走
一颗水粒 :)