Blooming the roses were,
Scented with taste of love.
Glooming the wind blew fast,
And scented the whole universe.
Down below the raining clouds,
In those vallies of lustrous flowers.
Very first of which was a shrine,
Your name was carved within;
Amber wooded plates of sheen.
Shining the sun grew warm,
Raining the clouds went calm.
Flowing the rivers of honeydew,
Flowed through the banks of charm.
Lightning the fields were green,
Merely the farmers ploughing.
Butterflies measuring the loftiest hills,
With dancing lillies and floating daffodils.
-M.Saifuddin
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