A Snowy Morning! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Last weekend, when I awoke from the winter's sweet slumber:  
I beheld all the trees trembling in white garlands.
Something! It amazed my sleepy eyes,  
Ooh! What a wonder! cleanly woven, divine ornaments.

As the snow descends to awaken passion,  
It extended over vast brown and barren fields.
You need warm clothes, fire fuel, and dry fruits.
If you are on a trip to Drass or Siberia, take 
Some first aid, a pair of long shoes,  

When I' walked onto my lawn,  
I saw a lily and
Strawberry was lost in an ice storm,  
I' called up Larry!  
To help pull my boat that the snow had stolen,  
Under its dark cave,  
so damned!  
She pulled my hand up with her warm hand.
And I rescued it from its lockup.

Then the moon appeared, so she took flight.
over the tall towers, looking so grand. 
In white garlands made in heaven.
Ahh! the whole land was delightfully white.

When I gazed above the blue ridge escarpment,  
The feeble sun was under clouds, hanging over.
Standing on my toes, I saw only white flakes,  
As well as a few eagles and their little son

On wild apes finding food in the white plains 
A state of tranquilly scattered around me
The winter sun was lingering like an unfit person.
And moon was too lacking in her magic show.

walking alone in a trackless field, thank God!  
I took my flute and played in a poetic mood,  
An inner peace emerges in me with these aesthetic views.
Ah, the young eagle was still viewing 
the snow over the white oak.
overjoyed,  
And also sad, that everything is being polluted.
As I looked back, he had no mood to land.

Still, snow was descending with splendor.
Creating new wounding divine images,  
On earth, in the meantime, a huge thunder
came along with a heavy snowfall,  
In my loitering journey, I saw 
a gallant old man 
Repeating that his hut's half roof was snow ridden,  
One part was visible with garden eels.
And with a slow voice, he spoke to me
That's why he is living alone, his 
behaviour was quite hospitable.
And his little hut was looking like a showpiece,  
In white snow flakes, which I left behind,  
hiking alone, in heavy snow in slow motion.

With the image of his shelter, that was a dummy run.
into an apricot field far from 'Zogilla village'
With my return, I' saw some hoary birds seated.
Brooding in the snow, a smile returned to me,  
Before nature's magic, my words faded.

Speedily, a band of polar bears appeared,  
To hunt out the ringed seals,  
along me,  
Some cranes and crows were viewed,  
This sport lasts for an hour or more within time wheels.
Afterward, they flew to Forest Grove Way,  
with their nerves tightened.

And I' took my way in my warm woollen apron,  
I roared up and down before the hill, I climbed.
Chewed some dried beans; in the wild scenes,  
That rejuvenated me, and then 
I' run out of steam.