Ode 5 Poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi

It is the dream we sing as our own right
Who eager to love and honest beyond the light
Winston Churchill leaves to them the right to choose and dare
Yet on their hearth, the fire, the gift they like to share

We crave the ecstasy of flowing note
The wistful verses in kindness fancy wrought
Trace Prague's hope above sword's tarnished green
And happily draws the poetess' love dreams to serene

For all the upliting of the helpless forms
For every thundering figure, cold, then warm
Defying precedent, the truth they love to forecast
That other hearts might read the sign at last

They know this human need, our wasted time fears
And though it seem their cautious hands delays
Now wafts the perfume, which mgical bloom hath
Cleared might be, though the autumn's wrath