I Sing On Rose Poem by AFFAQ NABI

I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses.
I went to the garden of Brahma and saw the Buddha.
Beneath an old oak counting the sorrows.
Of the world, I m a nightingale; I sing on the roses.
I went to the landscape of Mathura and saw shakthi
And then I heard the love song echoed by Shiva.
Along with your aunt and her kin, all the happy.
And then I was lost in a young sea of loveliness.
I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses.
I flew over the top of Sinai and saw the palm tree.
Where the Lord called on Moses, 'Stay, I bestow
You the book and the stick, ashanti; you've got me.'
I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses.
I fly by sea to Nazareth, where the star rose.
And glowed that landscape and he founded
His reign far to the east, where son of Madina
Took the lead on the different routes and led his
Caravan of oneness of God beyond the Caucasus
I am a nightingale, and I sing on the roses.
I am a child yet, and believe to become more courageous.