The Trace Of Dervishes (Dedicated To Nasimi) Poem by Ruslan Kerimov

In the Orient’s boundless plain
No beginning is there, nor end.
Revelations from heavenly reign,
From the Lord to the deserts descend.

Yellow valleys of dried-up Aran*,
Along rivers dervishes roved,
And far-off from the rules of Koran,
Used to chant their songs of love.

And they glorified love with their lyre,
A true love, that is endless as space,
To love all was their only desire,
To hold tight both worlds in embrace.

Their songs wafted up to the moon,
And the Night fascinated got numb,
And the angels went off in a swoon,
So unable to withstand their charm.

They were pilgrims of truth-guided road,
Always roaming all over the globe,
Unafraid of harsh weather and cold,
Happy wearing a shabby robe.

Yellow valleys of dried-up Aran,
I am searching the dervishes’ trace,
And far-off from the rules of Koran,
I can find out the essence and faith!