Down the dusk's ladder night descends scattering astonished stars. From the west, breeze brings echoes of erased love song. In the prison courtyard the exiled trees stand, threading into the sky their intent silhouettes. On the rooftop moon pours heaven's wine: stardust into light -- in these verdant corners blue bodied shadows writhe and leap to my separation’s ache.

And my heart sings: How sweet it seems, to live tonight! The petty tyrants who break into wedding chambers just as brides unveil and smash the lamps, can ever but mask this luminous moon!

My "translation"