Music Of Youth Poem by AFFAQ NABI

To whom the springs have teased, that's the music.
Of youth, to him the time seeks, that's my life.
My story is as like a singing stream running
By the shore with a music sweet, whenever
I make someone my colleague, from the garden

I will bring of buds of flowers and will adorn
Her skirt with these, from the lamps of stars
I will furnish that head of ours, then we would
Likely stroll together like the young buds

In a vineyard we have got to live in this world.
Beyond our fears. I have been lulled to sleep within
The bonnie flowers. my life story is different
From the others, and that's clear in my starry tears,

It's a tradition here that, through fate, we become lovers.
To whom springs have teased
that's the music.
Of youth; to him the time seeks; that's my life.