And now
Collect thy luggage
The morning birds have woke up
Singing the song of twilight
The story from thousand and one nights
From the mount of fairies
Has taken up the preamble
What other night could be
For the empty goblets scattered
For the drunken spirits
Hanging over the spent night
For the thirsty
The evening sunset and moonlit night
And the story anew
Islamabad
29/3/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem