I wandered by the margin of bay
As a call from far a distance;
I gazed- I gazed; sea did play
As if, constant to the Kashfuls' dance,
Until sun sets at slot of verge
And play stones under low ebb
Or queer, which I sought did diverge.
Meanwhile, silence came in deep
Among old leaves of Tamarisk;
......
The fullness of fire and scent of jasmine
I will let these go through valley;
Birds those are barbaric, must sing now fine
And rooted trees be not worry
Long going clouds who were teeming in skies,
Now will return back as holy
To soak the ground where play several bees
And days after rest in folly
......
The fullness of fire and scent of jasmine
I will let these go through valley;
Birds those are barbaric, must sing now fine
And rooted trees be not worry
Long going clouds who were teeming in skies,
Now will return back as holy
To soak the ground where play several bees
And days after rest in folly
......
I wandered by the margin of bay
As a call from far a distance;
I gazed- I gazed; sea did play
As if, constant to the Kashfuls' dance,
Until sun sets at slot of verge
And play stones under low ebb
Or queer, which I sought did diverge.
Meanwhile, silence came in deep
Among old leaves of Tamarisk;
......