Rains At Islamabd Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I just send a flying kiss to the naughty fairy,
She became hot, created a low pressure belt
And returned it with a beautiful weather,
During the hot summer life was at a test!

Bidding farewell to a month of heat strokes
The artist, amazing in singing and dancing,
Has started wearing her best costumes
I'm watching her, flirting and romancing!

A dust storm chased by the clouds!
Dropped temperature everywhere but me?
Thanks to the fairy the helpful friend,
A beautiful woman once again I see!

But I shall wait till the clouds really come,
I want to see what happens in the rains
Hope the woman will become a beloved
Rains will wash it, planning more stains!

Announcing the intentions by the thunders
Alarming the lovers by flashes of light
Here come the clouds with the downpours
I see a beloved striping, what a lovely sight!

Someone was imprisoned in the holy month,
Whoever he may be but now he is free,
The Satan, the Cupid, or it was the man,
It's none else, it's me, it's me only me.

The lost love is knocking the doors of heart,
And it's a wonderful and pleasant evening
Let me take a rebirth like a new crescent
Promise to bow my head in the morning.

Trees broke their fast with the downpours,
Birds broke it with a washed greenery,
Sweetheart! Break our fast with a warm kiss,
Let us be a scene of this lovely scenery!

Many flying kisses to the naughty princess
Nature's returns! I acknowledge with adore.
Let the rains continue, let the night prolong,
I shall send flying kisses to nature once more.

(Last day of fasting was seen off with heavy rains at Islamabad. We believe Satan is imprisoned in the holy month of Ramadan)