The Breast of the Moon
By
Dr. G. Rauf Roashan
The milk of light from the Breast of the Moon
Was sprinkling on the meadow
In the mixture of light and shadow
Shrubs of the spring
Filled with blossoms and flowers
Tantalized by the breeze, were shivering slowly
Here and there
Under a tree
On the skirt of the meadow
Beside a flower bush
People were sitting on lawns
And were narrating stories of fragrance and flowers
And secrets and mysteries of the heart
Hearts of the youth were beating loudly
And were excited while lasses, like flowers, were ogling
The flowers were spreading fragrance
And the breeze was carrying their perfume
Through the curly locks of maidens
And spreading it again on the meadow
The youth were at times looking at the flowers
And on others at the shapely locks
And also the beauty of the lasses
At this height the distance
Between the garden and the stars was shorter
And the moon seemed to be so close
That you could kiss her cheek
The sound of music
Was giving voice to the meadow and the garden
Here and there
People were calling the strings
Of their musical instruments
To songs
And were letting the beats of the drum
Tie the songs to the hearts
Otherwise they were
Extracting from the vocal cords
Of their manly and womanly throats
Sounds and melodies in songs
Groups of maidens
Were pointing the young boys to each other
And were boiling with happy laughter
The elderly were looking at the moon
And were letting the memory and the call
Of love shed flowers on their chests
The fountains
In harmony with the sounds of the night
Were spreading water
And their monotonous sounds
Were putting to sleep all fears and worries
And the moon continued to let
Milk exude from its breast
And the stars to look at the people
Drowned in the milk of the moon
So that they would be happy and
Play the games of love.