The Poetry Corner

Night And Morning

By Edward Powys Mathers (As Translator)

The great brightness of the burning of the stars, Little frightened love, Is like your eyes, When in the heavy dusk You question the dark blue shadows, Fearing an evil. Below the night The one clear line of dawn; As it were your head Where there is one golden hair Though your hair is very brown. From the Arabic (School of Ebn-el-Moattaz) (ninth century).