Peace one and all…
A moonlit valley opening out
into a night of stars;
some secret thing begins to melt,
like glass in the heart of a furnace.
Fields of verdant green lying beneath
a swift golden sun;
light arrives from some other realm;
each leaf is made anew once more.
There is naught else for you to do,
son of the way,
but bow your head before love’s altar:
Hazir hain, hazir hain.
Abdur Rahman, 30th July 2010