Reminiscence of a Lost Hermit


Out in the West of Xanadu,
The godly mountain of Samu,
Winter and summer pass.

Beneath the mountain,
Abreast the sea,
There lodged a Hermit.
Of his name I never knew.

His face pale, his beard rough,
Eyes deep, hair long.

Full two years I saw him,
Now and then when I passed by,
Neither a word I nor he ever spoke.

I once advanced but in vain,
This man, his mystery will remain.

Men will wonder, people ponder.

The sea beside the mountain,
Deep as his eyes and rough as his beard,
Rushing through rocks and rumble.

Buried him with his mysteries,
Adown the white waters.

      _____Muhammad Shahab.


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