As sheep in the fold gathering
As clouds in the sky thickening
As wates to ice freezing
In a rare day in May when Winter be not
As camels in the camel train under the moon glistening
Across the lighted veil of the moon's light
As bats to the eaves retiring and hanging
Thus Beauty constituted be
This night.
And may it all nights be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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