اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The loneliness weaving wonders
Left me alone as daydawn came.
The birdcry's timbre seemed like thunder
- to spit on me - it was the lark.
And on these daybreaks of my life
Kept closed my eyes for seconds more.
When dreams freeflow the bending mind
Of all the grief and fear be gone.
