Who knows where have gone
Half dreamt distorted dreams
Snug in quilts,
The dervish of moisty
Gusts are about to depart,
Leaving behind
Galaxy of dishes placed
On the brassy sheet of moonlight;
And where is the dew to leave
Overspreading the anchal of breeze,
Leaving behind the carpet of grass?
The birds have begun to chirrup,
The blooming
Buds have scented around the air,
On the hum of flower-flies,
The butterflies sway in ecstasy,
It seems as if,
The days are lengthened!
Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
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