Steala sleeping in lap of Moon

How wondrous was my brief life's early stage?

Like smiles of buds in the backyard of petals.

How majestic was that eye pair of my mother's?

Like twin stars, shimmering ever in slow rhythm.

How delightful was that lullaby night like Stella

Sleeping in the lap of the moon at the twilight dawn 

Since the spring time in the shuffle, the brain 

Roves unaware into some oblivious vale, and 

Sorrow swallows the soul, but seldom the long 

Makes a plea to the soul, waste 

not in the dawn 

And at dusk, "my heartbroken friend, 

walk and walk 

Further with steadfastness for your pilgrims.

Journey, so you may hail to another vale of ecstasy

Although it's far off but a more better"

----Affaq