Moonlight With The Chilliness Of Gold
Moonlight with the chilliness of gold, Scent of rosebay and of gillyflowers. Through this kind blue country in such hours Of tranquillity I like to stroll. Baghdad lies there faraway somewhere. There Sheherazade told her stories. She needs nothing now because the chorus Of the orchard no more fills the air. Distant visions of the earth have fled, Overgrown with cemetery grasses. Traveller, pay no heed to the dead, To the graves don't bow your head in passing. Look about you, see how fine life is, How your lips are drawn to kiss the roses. If you make peace with your enemies, Such felicity each day discloses! Live life to the full, in love - love deeply, Kiss by moonlight, laugh, let yourself go. If you must recall the dead with weeping, Do not vex the living with your woe. Sheherazade's songs had the same purport, Autumn's copper leaves its truth reveal. As for those who say they've need of nothing, Only pity for them can one feel.