Saturday, August 5, 2023

In my hours darkest

(2717)  Tumi ele abelay deri kare

Having delayed, You came belated;
Day, it goes away, it goes away.
The shriveled hiptage wreath, it grows faint;
Where hides the weary oleander pained?

With coming and going is this worldly life,
From missing is crying, and from gaining, delight.
Rhythmic is the road by which we go and arrive;
With melody and music mode, it serenades.

In sorrow's darkness, with light grins happiness;
On mirror of mind, with blossom of love it rises.
Amid kush and kash, with autumn's night-jasmine,
It flashes in both shape and taste.

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