A Bird Cry Poem by AFFAQ NABI

It is a cry, not a song!  
(a bird's cry)
Sadly, I do summon back my past prime,  
That pink blossom on an almond branch,  
Those melodic songs of my playmates,  
When dawn's clock was beginning to chime,  
And glee was smiling over the ranch,  
The orchard was filled with nuts, berries and dates.

O! liberty, far from me, how do you escape?  
Where are our eyrie's eggs, trips of mirth,  
Travelers, soujouners, and that well-wisher,  
Those smiles and coquetry, that happy earth,  

And sweet smelling of Camellia, our sister,  
Her angelic eyes, that delicate dame like a rainbow lorikeet
With breaths of her, my cradle was sound.
Alas! her voice didn't arrive at my eyrie,  

Ah! I lay in the blazing heat,  
Recalling alone the past prime, so pure and dear, ah sweet!
It is a cry of a saddened heart, not a song!