No shadows of flocks of swallows...
birds of love, loyalty and peace,
No shadows of musk-willow catkins, ...
drooping in water,
The weary fisherman from his canoe,
Looks up with sad eyes to find, ...
Love birds have migrated to some...
peaceful and free habitat,
Alas! the spring in Kashmir is...
long since dead!
Mykoul
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