at dawn, some cantabile verses
which adorn magical effects
as droplets of water-pearls
kissing solemn meadows
in a middle bleakest-hollow sky
rain-tornado strongly brews
rumbling frantic clouds
returning very slowly
summer star’s sparkling brightly
through a depressed darkness
at last drawing wonderfully
a vivacious rainbow to us
(dedicated to a great poet at poemhunter, Ashes to Roses)
Ahmad Shiddiqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yearn-ye-yarn/
