In sadness I sang

             

 Sometimes in the

 moroseness of love

              I wandered quite far and with regrets I sang.

              Sometimes I slept on shore of springs,  

              And doom myself for your love's and thirst. 

              Sometimes on the heroic brooks I hung upon,  

              To meet my fondness and preference.

              Sometimes on my hut cottage I laid my head,

               And counted the stars page by page.

               Though you vanish away with your redness,  

               Beyond the hurdles, my welfare I manage,

                Nevertheless, your voice stayed in my hermitage.

© Affaq Naibe