Oh! rosy-raidant vent:
kindly! listen to me-
Someone! came to mind;
silently qouted something,
Neelum (beautiful sapphire always shinning bright)
Neelum is a resting place of
of this blue shimmer.
Where joy lulls into eyes the joy,
- - - - -
In rainy season you look
More temperate sober and sweet,
And when yummy drops glow
A singing stream in a virgin vale
with mysteries of past,
You got me wrong
What is love what a love?
O! fool! love will nay let you alone,
Do you know O! moth of love,
Where are you meadow gazelle?
The sun is dazzling on the mead.
And fountains pump pure wine
On every side there is sunshine.
I'm a bard of the spring fields,
Where pleasure and beauty yields.
I'm a stamp fan of merry land,
A gleaming jewel precisely set
surrounded by wet lands, gardens
Shadowed by Solomon a Majestic
Mount and foothills with hoary peaks
I'm gentle sweet and scared: a woman,
Laughing lies in my fibre fibre of spirit,
So I do laugh, upon Me too, as a human,
I do care, methink! every femme ought care every minute,
A hermit came in our city, after long interval,
And sung in his own music some sonnets,
Some silent sreets again settled tosome extent,
His, song arouse in sick minds of people a consent,