To Janiya

The heart's loftiest desire, O precious one,
is that we meet upon the high summit.
For you, on the horizon of longing, are a star
that fluttered through my dreams and my hopes.
Not the brilliant planet in its glory,
guiding the lost Magi through its dark night,
is more radiant or sweeter than you, O star
moving in proud splendor through its lofty skies.
I love you, for all your vanity, certain
that but for me you would surpass no fair beauty.
Let it suffice you of your world to be turned
into an anthem for poetry, O Janiya.
What is the worth of lifetimes, once forgotten?
The artist may win immortality in a second.
My life and the life of the sun are a legend,
and you are its abiding image.