On the evening’s courtyard
When Sun melted and scattered
And ghastly entered into the eyes
That awakes the sleeping dream to rise
Up to heaven high twinkling stars
Brings the lost hope afresh
From the darken field forlorn
A bright morning bun to adorn
Thought that cultivatedThe meaningful corn
Welcome, a new hope is born
Out of the womb of time
With enchanting, songs, Azaan and chime
Don't commit a crime, with the time
Recite and pray in the light lime
A beautiful rhyme
A beautiful rhyme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indeed very beautifulm Aftab. Well written