Evening of sorrow
Evening of sorrow And she met me when I was far away, so she wept in such a way, It seemed like someone who met after a long century. I myself felt strongly like a rain in my eyes, methinks. Some hidden dreams broke through her past energy, Or like someone came and then took her bouquet away. On an evening of sorrow near the end of the journey, A grief broke up, and a hunter halted his bow to shoot The sparrow—maybe he remembered his own infants On an evening of sorrow, a flower bud sprung up Frost came to confront it, the rising bud unable to view Those heaven-circling pearls from his infant Eye, on an evening of sorrow, a lonely cloud scattered Rigorously before touching the enriching hills On an evening of sorrow near the end of journey. © Affaq