Upror On The Shore Poem by AFFAQ NABI

What is this tumult in the old stream?
The sky is blurred without a gleam.
Trees are trembling with the chill and fever
And Daisy fell to sleep with bosom pain.
O early star where is your glimmer?
What witches have bewitched your sky,
Dimly I view a wimpy spark above in the mirror,
Tomorrow there could be more darker.
The hoopoe laid her bed in the winter's bark,
Leaving so many things unsaid to her Amante
'He might've been misled by one.'
And she fled with fear in her head,
The tang and tingle in dreams are no more.
What's this uproar in the old stream?