Awake my friend, awake now it's too late

Yesterday, in the purple evening,  

I was quietly 

Seated on my veranda to write you a short letter,

Then a caravan of deceptive feelings came in,

And my soul started floating, every thought 

Was obeying, cute and lovely, the starry night 

Passed away in your affection, in the twilight

The morning star appear on clean sky, Canary

Started singing chorus of the dawn "awake 

My friend, it is too late, now awake it's not thy

Child age, but a heavy load is upon thy head

Thou are surrounded with numerous

Concerns of life, leaving ye alone, the golden

Days are gone far and away from thy pensive 

Eyes, today only their shadows remain so far"

© Affaq Naibe