The long night’s vigil is ended;
I woke up to the dawn in your eyes.
The zephyr has the aroma; the roses
blossom in the garden. The drunkenness
and the glances are together at last;
the heart’s story on the tongue is at last;
the beloved has color of love on the cheeks,
the rebeck, and some songs at last.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 9,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem