Music of youth

To whom the springs have teased, that's the music

Of youth, to him the time seeks, that's my life.

My story is like a singing stream running 

By the shore with a music sweet, whenever

I make someone my colleague, from the garden 

I will bring buds of flowers and may adorn

Her skirt with these, from the lamps of stars

I may furnish that head of ours, then we would

Likely stroll together like the young birds

In a vineyard, we have got to live in this world.

Beyond our fears. I have been lulled to sleep 

Within the bonnie flowers, my life's story

Is different from the others and that's clear

In my starry tears, It's a tradition here that 

Through fate, we become the lovers 

To whom springs have teased

that's the music 

Of youth, to him the time seeks 

that's my life.

----Affaq Naibe