In the hamlet of Lampang

In the hamlet of Lampang, there lived a little girl, 

Often by early morning; I had seen Zeynep 

Grazing cattle nearby Lampang, pretty like a pearl.

She was not dismayed by the wolves, one-step 

Away roaming freely in the dense grassy fields.

Zeynep was a firm shepherd, 

grazing the farm 

Animals in the hissing weather, 

fancy leads 

Where the the eyes feel unharmed.

Singing she was thrilling ghazals at lunch hour;

In the sunshine, when the little lambs enjoy 

Shadow dance with flashing beams in the air.

On the other side, the hired mowers try to steal

Their hours, in the river side I did see Zeynep,

Wandering away in her future marriage joy.

She acquired pensive eyes, quite witty and wise,

Lambs love to make baby rattles

on grassy paths.

She used to interact with her forgotten dreams,

And with tamed wilds like her twin tabby cats.

In unruffled evening, she departs to home,

In shade of poplar trees, to face penal's by her step

Parents, that was an impolite couple,

Tossing pebbles all day long on their varrenda,

In the hamlet of Lampang, there lived a little girl.

Hapless, I beheld severe regrets and rues

Together with laments on her vulnerable face.

It is pitiful that she never entered kindergarten.

Rueful, her liberty was nabbed by that couple,

Those sentimental fools had sacked her future.

They were neither radical, nor the rational;

But pleased with their genetic way, quite oriental.

Zeynep did tremendous toil as she reached

To puberty, and one day she rejoiced, Deus

Nominated for her, a nobleman of first conduct;

Thence unvoiced and exploited, 

young Zeynep

Met her fortune with that gentleman, 

Who treated her so well, he was a learned priest.

©Affaq Naibe