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