Rabin start to sing his melody before the dawn

The early spring reach out into sick fields,
Long nights of awe and shiver are gone, 
Sunshine rivived the life upon rough hills,
Rabin start to sing his melody  before the dawn 

Soft breeze tread out to clean the atmospheres 
With her wings and restored the peace in,
Lord ! your gorgeous planet expreses fears 
And you've a better wisdom of all the hidden things.

Kind lass,  get up and then free your spirit 
Out of the locks and ropes of the satanic kings
Nothing harm' ll befall to you if you would visit,
Your savor for just a minute, it's a spiritual

Treat that resides into every loving heart,
Lord presides o'er the direction of the winds 
Sailing gently as per routine by the valley 
So cute' re these scenes like an expensive art.

Pretty lass! don't give up your hope but make a fresh start,
Sell not your faith; for a cup of red-hot wine, 
Sit down, and quench your thirst with beams
Of the sun, spring has hailed up, prepare and redesign

Your darling dreams; that you've buried, 
Over years in shades of the  sword and spear.
How long 'll you serve, the vile and nasty bellied? 
Monk on the throne, he must live in the forest near.

Whispher the ringing stream too feels this pain.
Raise! from slumber, or they will swallow you like lizards
Keep your hands away, and also abstain, 
From their alms that smells so hostile eri.

You don't lack the instruments of bravery, 
Your friends 're fairest witty to fell in your battle 
And you've no dearth of the clean waters 
Or fruitful fields, vast and free, eager to aid
You, so awake all and pull in the present...
©Poet Affaq

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