"Spring Is Gone" (A Poem)

From Songs of the Dead City by Buland al-Ḥaydarī. A quick translation:

Spring is gone

Its dust, gone... but tomorrow it will return

wearing a monk's new frock

to say, "Beware, I am Winter

Are you not afraid?

Are you not by trembling swayed?

It passes by me, and I pass by, dreaming of roses,

of my house bathed in candlelight

as shadows roam the wall in tranquil silence.

Its dust said, "I am Winter..."

And was it not like Spring?