Last night I saw Ali(R.A)
Perhaps I was in the dream`s valley
In my life I have heard a lot
His knowledge was as deep as dream`s valley
Keeping the fact, I enquired of him
About the marvelous affability of a friend
About the brightness of him
About the difference of a brother and friend
Chums are like pearls, he told
A tiny crack in it could diminish it
While brother is like gold
Cracks, at all could never determine its fate
A brother may be amnestic all the time
A broken relation may be regained anytime
He is every time alacritic
Just as moulding gives new shape to gold every time
A friend once lost, can never be regained
Broken friendship is like the broken pearls
Once last, can never be gained
With this, my eyes opened with the dew-pearls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem