Evening of sorrow

Evening of sorrow 

And she met me when I was far away, so she wept in such a way, 

It seemed like someone who met after a long century.

I myself felt strongly like a rain in my eyes, methinks.

Some hidden dreams broke through her past energy, 

Or like someone came and then took her bouquet away.

On an evening of sorrow near the end of the journey, 

A grief broke up, and a hunter halted his bow to shoot 

The sparrow—maybe he remembered his own infants

On an evening of sorrow, a flower

bud sprung up 

Frost came to confront it, the rising bud unable to view 

Those heaven-circling pearls 

from his infant

Eye, on an evening of sorrow, a lonely cloud scattered 

Rigorously before touching the enriching hills

On an evening of sorrow near the end of journey.

© Affaq