A bird of summer pool

When the month is summer and wind is cool, 

Why ought not the senses amuse? 

A vagrant fowl of summer pool, 

Beating wings for bed enthuse, 

 

Nearby a juvenile on her window pane, 

Sings a boredom song, 

The light in darkness fell, 

The night grew longer with the rain, 

What trees, 

What roof tops shall take his dwell, along

Stars illumin depart from the royal bethel, 

Young jasmine too asleep in her bouquet, 

Night crock is nervous, and hungry like lobo, 

Will break into someone's sweet home, 

A vagrant fowl, beating wings fell, 

 

On land and sad himself 

Tender sweet juvenile felt his breast pain, 

"O! you red star"

I myself've a regret and grief, 

In kingdom of birds blessed you are"

She opened her window and light came swift 

That point him his way upright to her bed, 

 

And pearly eyed fowl of summer pool so sad, 

Rendered thanks to her and felt glad.

©Affaq Naibe