At dawn I kissed her lips.
She smiled with the patience of the moon and said,
“Have you forgotten the fast, O son of wandering hearts?
We are people of restraint.”
I said to her:
“How can a heart remain fasting
when the crescent rises before its eyes?
You are the moon by which lovers measure their nights,
and every seeker knows the old law of the sky:
When the crescent appears,
the fast is lifted.”
Then she laughed softly and said:
“O foolish pilgrim…
the fast was never from bread nor water
it was from forgetting love.”
And I understood.
Some moons break the fast of the body.
But a true moon
breaks the fast of the soul.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 11:13 PM UTC
At dawn I kissed her lips.
She smiled with the patience of the moon and said,
“Have you forgotten the fast, O son of wandering hearts?
We are people of restraint.”
I said to her:
“How can a heart remain fasting
when the crescent rises before its eyes?
You are the moon by which lovers measure their nights,
and every seeker knows the old law of the sky:
When the crescent appears,
the fast is lifted.”
Then she laughed softly and said:
“O foolish pilgrim…
the fast was never from bread nor water
it was from forgetting love.”
And I understood.
Some moons break the fast of the body.
But a true moon
breaks the fast of the soul.
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