THE UNION NIGHT

Such a night I am in the blossom of the shining moon,

From whatever in both worlds exists disinclined I am.

ID: 62522 | Date: 2019/12/03

Such a night I am in the bossom of the shining moon,


From whatever in both worlds exists disinclined I am.


Stop the sun's shining for a while, oh, morning,


That the moon has put its head upon my lap.


Thousand cups of the elixir of life, I had ou of it,


From that lips, but yet like Alexander thursty I am.


Oh God! What mystery has been hidden within love?


That the Beloved has slept in my arm, but disorderly I am.


I don’t know whether it is for the night of union or the dawn of separation,


That like the nightingale singing I am.


If a thousand years pass from this union night,


By its delicate tale the nightingale I am.


Don’t read the tradition of your union night oh! HindÄ«


As of the eyes of the jealous afraid I am.