Issue 80 / March - April 2011
A Pristine Spring
M. Fethullah Gulen
A skyline of lively hills and purple mountains appeared
As sleepers floated in their deepest slumbers
In purple and pink, successive dawns were swelling
While in waters swans were elegantly gliding
We felt the shivering breaths of a new spring.
A cerulean serenity had enveloped our dreams
And the sky winked with hope from a distance
In a moment, we were left without defenses
At the point where providence meets resolve
God made our dreams bloom.
The overflowing fountain has come to life again
Breezes high and low promising a bright future
Everywhere embraced by a blessed joy
And the happiest days of life I longed for
Were being lived in the deepest sense, once again.
A pristine spring, with its fresh verdant hues
Like the patterns and colors of the past
The people found the touchstone they had lost
Making up for the great loss they sought
Purple rosebuds on heavenly hills.
With the breeze blowing, now grasses atone
In the lands, once struck lifeless by autumn, are new roses
As if the Trumpet has blown, the dead are resurrected
Along with them in this azure dream
Grieving hearts attain reunion.