Talk of the Heart — Night

It is the darkness creeping in, heavy and blind,
and the scorching heat yawns, dull and doltish;
so the nightingales and goldfinches fall silent,
and a hush floods the air...
The thirsty lips sleep upon their sorrow,
and a grief takes hold of hearts.

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And the night, in its scowl, holds the breezes prisoner.
Where shall I flee?!
Who will guard me from the processions of darkness pouring in around me?
And my fear, when I close my eyes, is that they will drown my self, so full of delight!
I writhe upon my bed... my breath choked.
No one to caress what is within me... no one to feel!
... My beloved is far away... except from the heart!
In the mind's flash I see him.
An oasis of love... O my Lord.
Would I had a little green branch from his abodes,
to soothe with it my loneliness and my sorrows;
perhaps my eyelids would make truce with slumber,
and with the dawn a hope would show itself...