Pearl Of Heaven Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Sweet is the breeze that blows before my face,
Will blow further and further beneath the heavens
Over hills by the rural miles; then it would return
To my place along with its luxuriance with change
In season sweet is the breath of the blue dawn flower,
My beloved, the melodies of multi-hued birds pleases
The garden and makes me overexcited.
After long prayer the dove goes down
To reputed mustard lawn that's yet muted,
Solemn sun, O pearl of the heavens,
Hold that promise that we' ve thrown out and now
We are at an utter loss, in the Christmas dying a tree
Can't free us from past karmas, within us lives the tempter
And we're not the candidates for his forgiveness.