A Maiden In The Rains. Poem by AFFAQ NABI

I feel a crying chill.
I can't work with my will,  
Oh! angry raindrops, let me
cross the Maggie bridge.

Let the Lily river hide the moving ridge,  
till I reach my dream villa.
I do see an angry gale.
Flying over a frenzy dale,  
through rosewood into winter's pale.

I see a ghost of clouds.
not any cheering crowds
I see a foreign quail,  
robbed on the road,  
and crying loudly.

I am a wet fairy
walking hurry hurry,  
I feel a fever in my liver.
The green river go with glory.

The wild wind made me tremble and shiver,  
Is it rain or the firestorm?  
I do not see a lorry,  
Mercy, I have my umbrella,  
and I escape rubella.

I sing through the way, my own sad story,  
My days, which were best dull and hoary hoary,  
Fate, you've got my maiden heart into some unfamiliar territory.