Every Candle Burn Out! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Every candle burned out, and the stars slept late with splendor,
Sceneries disappearing early revealed the jolliness,
Winds flying to far heights played the violins of his greatness.
The clouds napped into ditches
of the hills, the groves are still and the rills are mute.
Every candle burn out slowly and slowly,
And the sweet night depart away sincerely,
Where are you? give a voice, dearest joy,
When the solitude my spirit annoy.....