Poetry – ANCIENT MOSQUE
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- SHADOW
- An ancient mosque on the bank of sea
- Where muezzin so sweetly used to sing.
- The love to God to share he suggested.
- Life separates the people from belief
- And they apply to God with sorrow or grief,
- But never open all their joys to heaven
- And this sweet song today I recollect.
- Only God’s business may be hatred or forgiveness.
- He is the best in this and always will be
- And long ago known is to me
- That he dislikes assistance.
- WANDERER coming with a crook and crow on the shoulder
- I heard the voice, but none is seen,
- It’s, surely, the voice of muezzin.
- The hospitality of this sweet land
- One may find under the sun on sand.
- Though day is yet bright
- We must seek a shelter for night.
- to his crow
- What are you looking for?
- There is your shadow, not more.
- Amazing thing, it’s moving.
- SHADOW
- Allow us at your bird’s request
- To spend some time together.
- We’ll leave you feather
- On the occasion you’ll find your nest.
- WANDERER
- Let it be you, a talking shadow
- Walk along the coast with my crow,
- Quick rise together to the height
- And lower like lighting from the sky.
- OVER THE SEA
- CROW
- Whose was that land?
- SHADOW
- Of sultan…
- Enjoys himself allowing same to others,
- But being so far from everyone
- I openly disliked this
- Empty lonely world
- Created for existance of many;
- And just some words,
- As soon as I pronounced any
- Destroyed me for good.
- CROW
- Please, touch my wings
- To help them to resist the wind.
- How could you call yourself destroyed
- When what you do is so magnificent?
- SHADOW
- Your feathers that flap with the wings
- Are so new and soft, and pleasant,
- How lovely they are in play of wind,
- In spite of this autumnal season!
- Let’s lower on that green hill for having some of food.
- We’ll rest and spend a night between the branches of the wood.
- OVER THE OCEAN
- SHADOW
- This morning you grew a little, lovely crow.
- We left the shore hundred miles ago.
- When storm begins and you will get its strength,
- Just more and more is your wingspread.
- CROW
- I had a wisdom and my master gave
- Me enough freedom for being great.
- Soon we’ll reach a mountain that
- Is covered with snow where we’ll land.
- OVER THE MOUNTAINS
- SHADOW
- I see a chain of mountains
- With icy peaks. Fain
- I’ll be there.
- CROW
- It’s not one mile to fly.
- Please, hide
- Yourself between my downy
- Feathers to keep your warm.
- SHADOW
- This seems me kingdom of a snow
- In time of snowstorm.
- Inhabitants can go,
- And we can fly as well, just look below:
- The ice in every form,
- CROW
- But we are here just to visit land
- And not to change its destiny.
- SHADOW
- O, don’t! Please, don’t sit down
- On highest of all mountains!
- It’s late. I see the crown
- On your head. You became the key
- Of this unknown land.
- Its streams fell like your blood.
- And flowers
- Like your feathers
- Rose everywhere.
- And fruits are like your food.
- My friend, this wood
- Is never able to divide us
- We are the same,
- The same
- We do, we know
- And none of us
- Will never stay below.
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