The Foothills Of Joy Poem by AFFAQ NABI

All praises to Him who bestowed you such beauty
And to me, the robins' tunes do sweetly dance
On tombs of nobles along winds of blue sea,
And play their part in the nature's romance.
I am a plain wanderer passed in summer
By this route and found my rest beneath
Your window-shade, though brief it be, Ooh,
A treasure of sweet-perfumes you bequeath
To this soil, all the earthy beings are rejoicing
In your bloom, the shooting voice from foothills
Pierce my heart, joy roams freely in floating
Stream, the innocence on face of the Cowboy
Forces me to think how wondrous it is to dwell
In nude-nature, where eyes shine and hearts swell.