Mother

the 'LyL' so beautiful ,
we sat on the piaza,
joyous over the 'Burooj' up ,
we found smiles in them when waiting for us was the 'Shams' at the dawn ;
I forgot the thirst of my veins,
the hunger of blessings,
when i put my head on your bossom.
and then came the dark murk ,
and it veiled not only the 'Burooj' but also the morning sun.
Though i couldn't see , but I smelt the 'Dookhan' from somewhere so strange .
It must have been black !
Then started the 'zariyaat' and the murk went away .
I could see the 'Qamar' and a fig on it's light , which burnt with a ' Lahub' so beautiful .