Thel Path Remembers Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Though riches and ease may wait at Fortune's gate,
Old memories across the inmost bosom glide;

Mother's voice, though heard no more of late,
Still breathes along the lonely valley's side.

The cottage windows murmur to the breeze,
As if they knew the days for ever fled;

The path remembers feet beneath the trees,
And spring renews the flowers, joy once spread.

Young children have crossed the seas for bread,
Compelled by Time and life's uncertain way;

But often, in silent hours, the thoughts are led
To scenes that blessed the innocence of day.

Home once loved no distance can estrange;
Necessity may part, but cannot change.
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