The wilderness changed into a new inhabited world,
Every inch of the land,
Every gust of the wind,
Every speck of the sphere,
Halted around me.
Hustle bustle turned again in the realm of my heart,
When shadows entangled with the sunlight,
The winds of grey hamlet in the evening,
Danced around the cold beds.
The queries and perfume of your dreams,
Again began to gush,
As a tone of the melody,
As an infant mumbles
Like an azan in the masjid,
Like a sounding flute,
Like a lamp of the temple,
Like a wave of the Ganga,
Like a dawn in the woods,
Ah! The bonfires of your memories have begun to spurt,
Today when your memories sojourned.
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