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The Cloud on the Mountain |
Elevation bestows the sky’s nearness to my abode
I am the mountain’s cloud, my skirt sprinkles roses
Now the wilderness, now the rose garden is my abode
City and wilderness are mine, ocean is mine, forest is mine
If I want to return to some valley for the night
The mountain’s verdure is my carpet of velvet |
Nature has taught me to be a pearl spreader
To chant the camel song for the camel of the Beloved of Mercy
To be the comforter of the dispirited farmer’s heart
To be the elegance of the assembly of the garden’s trees
I spread out over the face of the earth like the locks
I get arranged and adorned by the breeze’s |
I tantalize the expecting eye from a distance
As I pass silently over some habitation
As I approach strolling towards a brook’s bank
I endow the brook with ear rings of whirlpools
I am the hope of the freshly grown field’s verdure
I am the ocean’s offspring, I am nourished by the sun |
I gave ocean’s tumult to the mountain spring
I charmed the birds into thrilling chants
I pronounced “Rise” standing by the verdure’s head
I conferred the taste for smile to the rose-bud
By my benevolence farmers’ huts on the mountain side
Are converted into bed chambers of the opulent |
Translated by: M.A.K. Khalil |
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