When it came to love…
I am grateful for the sun and the moon…
for helping two people find…
the one
The one whose voce reminds them of the moonlight
and whose smile awakens memories of the sun.
Eyes lull as the night draws in,
curtains of the day pulled shut.
As the sun wallows in its resplendent orange,
smiling as it takes its leave.
Tired limbs fall heavy,
lids pulled tightly shut.
As the moon rises, in cold, white glory
joyously it races to its peak.
Young and free,
the great orb speeds on.
It’s cousin the sun
seeming sluggish and dull.
The dreaming masses
who rest while moon races;
wait until the old, sluggish sun
rises again, wallowing in orange.
The sun ignites, the moon replies,
their love condemned beneath the skies.
He burns by day, she glows by night,
two souls apart, denied their right.
He rises, she falls, a cruel design,
two hearts aligned but never in time.
The universe casts its binding chains,
yet devotion flows through cosmic veins.
An eclipse—brief mercy, a fleeting kiss,
proof that forbidden love still exists.
Is this the fate of sun and moon alone,
or of all lovers whom society disowns?
Dear brightest sun and moon of throne of prophethood
Oh, owner of messengercy, end times' prophet of Lord
For your glory "if it weren't for you" recited by God
Namely you are the guide of universe dear Muhammad
Surah of Shems and Duha has come for the fame of your face
Light of ripeness of your honor brighten the universe
Dear Prophet of Lord intercede for Gazali's illness
Whom is a sinner of your ummah and one of public's helpless
Written By Bursali Mehmed Gazali
Translation Onur Ünlü
When the sun set, the moon rise,
These both makes one surprise.
Their friendship is so pure,
About this whole universe sure.
Though very close friends they are,
Still the universe set them of a far.
God provides equality for each,
Eclipse were made for this teach.
Pure love is tough to find,
It makes the people blind.
If you find this, even a bit,
Remember to fight for it.
we've always said we go together
a perfect match
you've always been my sun
i've always been your moon
the sun is bright
it shines so big the whole world can see
important in everyone's lives
the moon is bright too, in another way
a calmer way
a gentler glow
the perfect balance of each other
but the thing with the sun is
you get scorched if you're with her for too long
and she shines brighter than anything
with both her warming expression
and her fiery rage
the thing with the moon is
she's softer, subtler
still shining bright, just not as intense
her glow radiates peace
but her sorrows wash over her like the tides
the sun and the moon
so similar, yet so different
they're both important
in the sky at their own times
individually is perfect
but together would be too much
maybe that's how we are
perfect on our own,
but not together
I found a sun down there;
And there was a moon;
They called it that way;
Moon;
There was a sky;
Some bright spots
That shone especially in the night;
I found trees;
Trees couldn’t move;
And then there were other objects
That just like me, moved;
They had limbs
And they moved
From one spot to the other;
brilliant is the light of the sun
contrasted with soothing moonlight
opening heart lotus slowly
let our heart’s joy grow byte by byte
we wish to see God but know not
truth of our Self beyond space-time
discard each conditioned belief
simply follow love’s bliss beat chime
ceasing thinking begin feeling
the ebb and flow of sensations
mindfully choosing the higher
uplifting our soul’s vibrations
choose the glow of the lustrous moon
for that is what we can imbibe
though it reflects light of the sun
moonlight has in it the same vibe
choose the path that’s strewn with roses
tread mindfully on Mother Earth
doing nothing we will ascend
bubbling with joy in blissful mirth
The sun and the moon,
dance an endless cosmic dance...
to raise our spirits!
and there's no love story
that i found sadder
then the sun and the moon
two lovers
forever chasing each other
for as long as they are in the sky
but they'll never meet
no matter how hard they try
Come and hear this story of old…
This legend carved in stone
When all the land was gilded gold
When day and night were one
The world had seen no darkness then
And all that lived were bright
The Sun and Moon reigned side by side
Drawn by each other's light
But then the Sky Fox came in sight;
Arriving from the East
With promises of wine and meat
She brought a call to feast
So the Moon ventured to her land,
Made merry with her goods
Spellbound by figments of delights
He thought her dross were food
And once the Fox had played her game
She let the mirage fall
Mocking her guest for his folly
She's caught him in her thrall
The Moon, enraged by this deceit,
Then struck the vixen dead
But guilt struck back from her torn chest
And marked on him blood-red
The white-hot shame burned scar-like rilles
Which turned to ice his core
Tar-like spread enveloped the night
The Moon thus shines no more
The sky had since been torn in two
The light of night has gone
Save for one eve, where he would glimpse
Towards the waiting Sun
Silver gleams fell like tears
His beam a pulse to this refrain:
Hoping the Sun and Moon
Will shine together once again
The sun and the moon will always be connected
but almost never together,
because the moon likes to keep her distance.
The sun does her work for all to see
but the moon gets to do hers judgement free.
And everyone loves the sun when she paints the sky
but never when she stares at them for too long,
they get burned by her affection.
But the moon’s never done anything wrong,
not that anyone’s aware of.
She can glance as long as she likes,
she just may not get many returning gazes.
Only from those dreading to see the sun again.
And the sun doesn’t know,
but the moon grows jealous of her light
because even stars outshine her.
People who do look at the moon think she’s beautiful,
and the waves crawl up the shore just to be closer to her.
But she doesn’t think so.
She thinks they’re just too far away to tell.
All they see is the sun in small doses, but never her.
It’s fine, she prefers to be peripheral.
The sun loves her because she sees herself in the moon,
but she hates her for being so cold and distant.
They’re never together for longer than a moment.
If she stays far enough away, no one will find what she’s hiding.
Two things make the world bright;
The sun , The moon .
Governing the morning,
Governing the night.
Sending away darkness and grief .
Two things make our life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Guiding and caring
Even though there are reason to mourn.
Two things make the world beautiful;
The sun, The moon.
One is cooler,
The other is brighter.
One care for morning,
The other when needed.
Two things make life liveable;
The sun , The moon.
One source for the survival of all,
The other wait and care.
Two things make life bright;
The sun , The moon.
Both ensure life is bright.
When jealousy takes over,
Both comfort.
Oh nature !
The world is indebted to thee,
Make the day bright,
And yet never complain
Through hard times.
Two things make life inevitable;
THE SUN, THE MOON.
I still haven’t found a way
To write these words right
You stay on my mind all day
And appear in my dreams at night
Whenever I see you
I thank God for my sight
And when I hear your voice
My heart soothes and feels light
Your eyes as beautiful
As all night skies
My feelings for you
Shall not fall but rise
We were made for each other,
you and I,
But we are forced to separate.
An hour a day only together,
what little time we have to cooperate.
You bring light and warm in day,
I bring light and romance at night.
We have lots of words to say,
When we have one little sight.
Sun.
Moon.
[TING MENG LEON - SERI JUBLI INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL MALAYSIA]
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