Do Not Fade Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Thou still ravished, fair senses,
A happy child from serenity, from grooves.
Thou slowly slid, on the farthest, unvisited shadows.
If soul be a name for wild ecstasy;
Play on the muses of unheard melodies, sweeter and softer.

O lute! From the pastoral lips, is thy lament,
A nightingale's adieu to the spring. Is thy gentle pause,
A beginning anew.

The incense from earth, budding trees,
Purple flowers, on the shores of silence, neither kiss;
Nor part. The lightening on the skies, a weeping cloud,
The night's oft treaded path.

Do not fade; my eyes follow a sketch in black.