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.