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14. |
Methought my racing field lay under the skies,
This plaything of water and clay, I regarded as my world; |
Thy unveiling broke the spell of searching glances,
I mistook this blue vault for Heaven. |
The Sun, the Moon, the Stars, methought, would keep me company,
Fatigued, they dropped out in the twists and turns of space: |
One leap by Love ended all the pother,
I fondly imagined, the earth and sky were boundless. |
My silent secrecies of love were but effusions in disguise;
What I had believed to be restraint, betrayed my passion even more. |
What I esteemed as the clarion call of the caravan,
Was but the plaintive cry of a traveller, weary and forlorn. |
Translated by: S.A. Rahman |
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