Adin And Fairy Alice Poem by AFFAQ NABI

There was a shepherd grazing the goats on pasture.
He was a handsome herder and a flutter.
Singing all day like an Asian quail in blue amber,
One day he found a lucky number in the summer.

Remember, his name was Adin. while lying in bed,
In the crimson ceiba tree, a
maiden came
And sat around, and then she disrupted
His sleep with a pine leaf, his face
Was like a pink rose, and a man
like him
She had never found, hastily they fell
In love with each other, and the fairy said: Adin:  
'I'm all yours now let's walk to my villa of mysteries,  
In the mountains, that will remain yours,  
Till you hold my hand and love, not intrigue'
Adin was stunned, when he saw the palace,  
With the Persian carpets on its floor. 
Then in the central hall, he saw paintings of Alice,  
The symphonic suite, arts, poems, and more.
And a circle of pretty slave girls standing behind,  
With hands on their breasts 
so cute and kind. 
Adin, hearing the sweet voices of women,  
And her rhymed lines, then they went hidden,
And later, Alice rang a royal priest and told him:  

''Sadiq! wed us, he is Adin 
a kind human,  
'And I am Alice, a winged woman'
She showed him around, and his whims expanded.
One day the wife said:  

''Look, oh, son of man;  if you
ever make this mystery public,  
You might never see me again, so carry the command
and break not the faith.
I pray for you, ever shine in mine (Alice's) diamond.
I admire you, hold my hand,  
Let's go sing to the pine-island.
Where no other couple has yet gone,  
We will sail over the black shale,
on royal falcon ere dawn'