The air is filled with fragrance, The day blazes in clear sunlight… August breathes with midday heat, And pomegranate fills with crimson.
Figs ripen on the eternal tree, Tempt with forbidden fruit, And fields—with ripened harvest Send us off upon our way…
Summer indulges in gentle slumber, The sky gifts falling stars, But for my Soul—parting Already glimmers at the horizon…
The moon ripens like a ripe apple, Nights turn cold with mists. And fields yellow with grass, And Mystery—Day prophesies…
