Sweet Breeze Poem by AFFAQ NABI

The sweet breeze of the brook
Slow go, slow go
Low, low, but go
Over the Everest clouds go.
Then return from the tallest peak,
With a new song that I seek.
I wait anxiously at the florist street

Blow again her perfume twice before my cheek---
Sweet breeze of the brook
Slow go, slow go---
Low low, but go---
Beneath the alpine trees

And bring some tiding of golden ages of long ago.
Sweet breeze of the brook;
Slow go, slow go---
Round the plum thicket

And never break like us your peace treaties,
Go go, greatfully then come within me---