Zabarwan's tulip garden lies on the shore of Dal Lake,
A miracle of blue waters It sounds more breezy,
Over the peaks of Mount Solomon, with one glance,
The pulse beats in the rhythm of ecstasy.
And the departed emotions shake, lo and behold
Dal Lake is the crown of Kashmir vale, In moony
Beams it seems like a newlywed Damsel,
You are my flame, and I am a candle
Warming together, oh my angel, in the spring
Of youth, she was my selection.
so was the
Shine on her hairline, while
mystic breeze
Hails forth, murmuring in music,
I forget
My loneliness, it is an affection.
Affaq!
Though you've been away from her touching
Scene escape, the wood
hawks gridded,
A pitfall on her shore, with a league of amity
For sure, her beauty and glory will be restored.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful the evening environment fantastically delineated the feelings at lake bank.....