A path in the wilderness,
Laden with petals,
Adorned for us,
And we hail from a distant spot,
Engrossed in a dream,
Having hand in hand,
As fragrance moves on surface of the mirror,
As swift as wind moves on,
While heading to the valley abundant in flowers.
But my beloved companion!
There is no way to come out from the twirl of time
Nor buds are allowed,
To get themselves unsealed,
In the pain-laden wilderness of Time.
Written by Ayub Khawar
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, it's easy to dream but difficult to realize