On Isolation Poem by AFFAQ NABI

After long days, we reach you in the rosy dawn.
Still, the morning star is on his twilight mission.
Behold in these dense lights we took a stroll,
Believe me, this bosom is burning with a passion.
How do you feel yourself in this hushed cavern?
Lo, about you, that unfair incident still slays us,
Some lofty dreams appear in a procession,
And then they began shortly to scatter away.
Sweet breeze! roaming in the meadows of heaven,
Our grief lies hither and a decade has gone by
We're devoted to that pledge we made though,
Some doubts came up along the way, and tonight
Come in a moony beam to our dream we crave,
With just a glance, we may feel more firm and brave.