Season of abnegation and abashed sunAbeyance of the abhorrent cloud
Singing the songs on an accordionWith thorns that spike the red acolyte
To bend with lovers the unmatured adoAnd fill the nature with un riped sin;
To cover the humility and adduce the love
With inventing the examples to set the tale
And still more the chinar leaves of the palms
Until they think eternal for sun,For monsoon has over filled their spirit.
Not afar,neither aero
You are seen in every advice
In aged or in youth
Thy affirmation lifted by the moon
Thy affirmation lifted by the rise
Drowsed with opium,while they smell earth
Ignored the wrath ,all which is hidden
And sometimes like an aggressor, who climbsSteady and fall like agnostic
By the aftermath, with patient look
Thou watch the last flight of every hour.
Where are the abhorrent clouds?
Think not of them ,alas dismiss
While they come and addle the sun
And touch the surface of red roses mild
Then in longing,solitary mournLover’s wait among the depth of oceansBorn individual sinking into togethernessAnd adopt the mask of gloom.
Bees fly around , buzzing with terror
The wings whistle from withinAnd the gates of heaven adorn with their love.
Takbeer Salati 