To the Moon

By Shahid   

Your love for me brings
A world beyond consciousness
And swooningly infallible
Searing away the repentant vows
That, in themselves, stand firm
But - How can they?
If the knots on my brow
Aren’t firm and strong
Indeed! Happy are the times
When I think of day and night
And the image of your face
Has my eyes indebted
So deeply and vainly.
- I call it night now
As your sombre hair
Slinks up and robs the night of dark:
O Moon!
Do not rise before my eyes
For, with her face
I seek your presence no more.

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