In the world of my heart,
The sun of hope grows in such a way
As a bud sprouts,
And a thin beam of light falls, begins to pat,
And teases it, awakes it with love
And who knows in how many clours,
It garbs the bud.
Written by Shazia Akbar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
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