The moon is dim, the high sky silent,
in the lap of sleep, the worlds lie silent.

The milky clouds in far-off vales
bow down and kiss the mounts,
with unfulfilled desires in heart
I wait and wait around.

Come in the shade of this spring
who knows how long love lasts,
who knows how long this life
on the luckless ones its soothing shadows casts.

The stars, like all other days
must not be lost in dust,
come, for the eyes awake in your grief
a night’s sleep is a must.

The moon is dim, the high sky silent
in the lap of slee, the worlds lie silent.

Sajjaad Hussian Peerbhai