Edhe's Daughter! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

A halfwit I was made to fall asleep on the hillside.
When the wind was chilly and the weather was murky.
In my unconsciousness, my hands have been tied.
I couldn't give a cry, see, smell, or even heard

And I was made to drink an unsweetened fruit.
A savage entered my orchard,
and stole my chameli.
Then stole the show and my dear keyed flute.
My mouth was sealed off; I was hesitant to fight back again.

It's such a melancholy that struck me deeply.
No more smiling; no more time to play with the moon,
From worries of the world, I'm now completely clean.
It was a long night's journey, dame silly, eh, chamali.