From "Dulab" — a collection of verse by Michel Trad, soon to appear — the poet who showered roses upon us in the collection "Jalnar" and showed us how earth is bound to heaven...

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You Peer Out, a Moon..

Oh, would that I were some melody —

a green one, in a nightingale's beak — and you were some string,

and you would play me, and I would turn into a cloud,

and, my sweet, from behind it you would peer out, a moon!

On a Lily's Lip

My friend, why the toil, why the misery?!

And suppose this earth were yours, never to pass away —

is anything happier than a butterfly on the hills,

a red one, dancing on the lip of a lily?