Give my spirit a glow of spring Breeze

Confer my spirit the glow of the spring breeze,

My corpse is on earth and eyes over the stars.

This tender heart hang's in your loving arms.

And, the mind engages in other puzzles;

Seldom it returns valiantly from life's arenas,

I’m a pilgrim and live for a certain purpose.

What's the motive of my light existence?

I aim to discover the veiled answers.

My lord, extend your holy hand to succor me.

Confer my spirit the glow of the spring breeze,

So I can toil through the day for our well-being.

I do follow the order of the rising heavens,

And to withdraw is likewise a hebetude, 

If so, it may not correspond my poetic mood.

©Affaq