اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The abode of the dearest
In the dark I visit still
From fields and hamlet streets
Echoes become vivid dreams
I pretend to run with them
Without pain as I did then
Immerse myself in memory
The nepenthe of the former me
I mourn its silent passing
I long for its precious time
Every one subliminal line
Undying beauty of faded life
