新月

倚着飘逸的裙沿，
她缓缓地驶入我的梦境。

她的思绪，
跳动着，轻轻地、无声息地、尤如那遥远的星。

她的激情，
象躲在鞘里的利剑、呼之欲出。
象冰那样坚固、渴求消融。

她的声音，
羞色的，纤弱的，隐约出她那饱受煎熬的灵魂。

我渴望她，
尤如欲醉欲仙的苏菲托钵僧那样，
无尽的旋转，通宵达旦。。。

她来了，让我受尽那快乐的折磨，
她走了，宛如一丝谈谈的轻风，渐渐地西去。。。

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.