Literature & Languages

  • 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.

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