And now life’s desolate twilight hour starts
Beyond distant cypresses daylight departs.
The garden of spring don the brightest sun,
The river’s voice rises and then is gone.
The nightingale sings of love’s sorrows
While rings of fire burn the rims of the rose.
translated by Talat S. Halman
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