Like Young Maiden Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Behold! she blissful moon on the azure thorne,
She lived so well and oneday would pass away
By that pledge, she had sworn,
you're walking
In a coquettish way to your course far above.

My poem at the vesper evening makes you more pretty.
In the wintery nights you sail in the burka, like a young
Median at the Nikah ceremony, often you are
Detained by the dimly lit scenes, ohh unsung.

Here and there you do seem so bright while you
Raise your modest face above amid the crazy clouds,
Sincere damsel of long suffering
earth's greens,
You do glow the fallen into
shrouds,

Splendid are your strolls behind the convey of clouds
Far I'm a sinful lame, though
sweetest is mine zeal,
A thousand thoughts are walking beyond my
Walking dreams, now all are shrinking one by one.

As I climb to high rock, naught knowing when will
The grieving gale punch my clock,
Blessed Moon!
One night you'll strike too with that rock.