Standing in an Open Field

The sun of truth rises unbidden,

and with it sets the moon of learning.

In this halt of just a week,

to be is not to be, and to come is to go.

- Sanai, tr. David Pendlebury

For all that I know,

that which I’ve learned,

I am a moon that mirrors

a distant fire:

I watch the sun rise,

but my reflected brilliance

fades with the light of day.

For all that I know,

that which I’ve found,

I am a rooster that crows

in the early dawn:

I turn toward the fire,

but all my hallelujahs

fade with the light of day.

This is what I know:
  As long as I am living

the sun will shine,

and the sun will shine

when I am gone,

and the moon will rise

and the rooster will crow

and the shadows will stir

and the gardens will grow.

For all that I know,

or I suppose,

I am a wildflower in

a garden of shadows:

I stretch towards the fire,

but every morning glory

fades with the light of day.

As long as I am living

the sun will shine,

and the moon will rise

and the rooster will crow

and the sun will shine

when I am gone,

and the shadows will stir

and the gardens will grow.

For all that I know,

and I believe,

life is a blessing

beyond understanding

and I'll revolve around the sun

and keep the fire in my eyes

until I fade with the light of day.

As long as I am living

and when I'm gone

  the sun will shine

  in this garden of mine

and the moon will rise

and the rooster will crow

and the shadows will stir

and the gardens will grow.

As long as I am living

the sun will shine
  and the sun will shine
  when I am gone
and the moon will rise

and the rooster will crow

Hallelujah for all that I know.