سينشد القمر بأسلوب فريد.
آه، دائرة جمال صغيرة تفتح قطعة من السماء.
في ظل الليل الساكن، على باب الغد.
بإمالة الأذن، تميل ممرات النجوم كذلك.
ويطلق البحر أمواجًا عالية من القوافي.
فقط حينها، تفتح الليلة الغامضة عينها السوداء كالكُحْل، الغامضة لمرة واحدة
على باب الغد في أعماق الليل

Rays of light reach the high watermark,
The sun lovely bathes in the morning dew,
On a rose cradled within someone's thumb,
And in a tear streaming from someone's eyes!"

I looked straight
into the mirror.
Do I have nothing to hide,
or is there something hidden now?
I can't see my open mind.

Little chip
bottomless dip
but is it?

Does nature has
a hole or a slit?

Tap in logic
it's ******!

For instance dig in
mathematically instill
a finer silicon chip
but where is the slit?
It springs
digital and now AI magic.

I am in the blink
of your eyes,
Not in the mirror!

I replied, "I wish
I never do that,
Looking in your mirror!"

Once again, she said,
"Never mind,
Mind your eyes,
For a mind
Never shows in the mirror."

So beautiful
now can't touch
no more.

Maybe just maybe
after the clouds
spread their black throw
up to the horizon.

And the deep singing sea
beneath it showers down
upon the beautiful rose.

The scene is all a bright show
yet mystified even more.
The finishing line is drawn
in a ring of rainbow.

You may be strolling
along a muddy path
yet the birds sing
atop the Eden's tower
deep down you're a wonder!