O, warm sun, Is it here's tradition

Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition.

Be in peace; this is my prayer, quite worrisome

Are these love's ways, let's walk; I  already come.

In your company, indeed I had seen some

Illume, and somewhere heavy gloom, 

Here, the fortunes of candles are decaying.

And there they are burning in the front room.

Greetings to your heart's world. I'm praying 

Ooh, don't be panic; it was out of our reach, 

Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition

O' warm sun, our dream, our fortune faint away

Without more fun, Is it here's tradition?

----Poet Affaq

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