Lost One

I heard that a Kurd lost his camel in a desert
He searched for the camel but did not find
He could do nothing but to sleep by the way
Sad and grieved for the camel
The day went and the night came
The moon enlightened the desert
The Kurd awoke, heart full of sorrow
But he saw the camel standing under the moonlight
He looked at the moon and said:
How can I praise you?
You are good, nice, beautiful and bright

O Lord! Kindle a light in this desert
So the human wisdom may find its lost one..!
From an ode by Rumi, translated by Asef Fekrat