The doors are left open
Trees holding the invitation inscriptions
The sky adjoins the river
Like a passionate kiss, glitters in sunshine
When are you coming?
Time’s passing by my love, it is late already
Musty flowers desiccate in the yard
Every other people frilly walk by
To the distant carnival
Would you still keep me waiting?
A holy tithe it was today
Kinsmen and visitants occupy the households
Even the valleys have adorned themselves
Young in new greens
Whether you noticed or not-I do not know.
Alone and empty is my being, disgusting flies fly over my chest
Whichever passionate words I choose
From the scribbled thoughts of my mind
Are on the verge of sinking
Tell me love, when are you coming?
Shaikha Shuhada Panzeree