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,
   and 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 watch the sun rise,
   and my hallelujahs
fade with the light of day.

For all that I know,
   that which I suppose,
I am a wildflower in
   a garden of shadows:
I watch the sun rise,
   but my morning glory
fades with the light of day.

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,
   that which I believe,
life is a blessing
   beyond understanding:
I will watch the sun rise
   for as long as I can
until I fade 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.

As long as I am living
   and when I’m gone,
the shadows will stir
   in this garden of mine
and the sun will shine
   and the rooster will crow.
Hallelujah for all I know!