Quench Your Thirst! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

The spring has set in at length in our garden.
Long nights of awe and shivering have gone away.
O, you in the slumber; behold the golden dawn
Is giving away blessings, so wake up and release
yourself from the locks and ropes of thralldom.
Nothing harm will befall you, O true devotee!  
You've got a vision and a strong, well done!
Don't sell your faith for a cup of red-hot wine.
Sit down and quench your thirst with beams of sun.
Spring has hailed; prepare and redesign your dreams.
Which you've buried over the years in shades of sword 
And spear, how long will you serve the nasty king?
Swains suffered; they could not lead their herds.
And the ringing stream strongly feels this pain.

Raise! from slumber, or they will swallow you.
Keep your hands away and abstain from their alms.
That smells hostile, Eri, you don't lack the instruments
In bravery, you have no dearth of clean waters
Or fruitful fields, vast and free, eager to aid
You, therefore, awaken all and pull in the present.