Leaves have started to fall, so they say we are in autumn,
Everything has started to turn red and grey. We are in autumn.
I want this morning and music and warmth of your hand with mine,
I want this light whole night, come, let's pray, we are in autumn.
Look at the colours of this world. It makes me whirl.
Don't ask what love can do in a day. We are in autumn.
Within me lies an ocean where a thousand wishes die in a minute,
Can you see the sunset with a single ray? We are in autumn.
In midnight I seek the clueless and dream the hopeless,
Under the wet hem of my robe, I hear His word 'nay'- we are in autumn.
It's the love of dried leaves which make me sit under the Chinar,
When I die I will soar above and angels will make a way; we are in autumn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This Ghazal has feel in it, excellent!
Thank you