The slow ascending
Chant to-night
As to the muezzin’s
In the turret high
So
The chant of the Poet Seer
Erect
With open eyes and wide
Though
Night was deep in hours
And sweet beauty:
Dawn dazzling with her
Wanton beauty
With Venus stood:
And Time with Motion
Stopped; then again
Started to run and
Turn the Mill of Time
Again.
And still
And still
The slow ascending
Chant to-night
As to the muezzin’s
In the turret high
So
The chant of the Poet Seer
Erect
With open eyes and wide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem