In the Sh«l«m«r Garden a yellowed leaf was saying
“Gone is that spring of which the confidante I am
The garden’s visitors should not trample me down
The memory of the branch of their own nest I am”
This tiny little leaf made the heart restless
One coming into the garden complete mourner of spring I am
In the autumn I am crying in remembrance of the spring
How can I get the happiness of Eid as grief-stricken I am
Devastated have become the olden days’ taverns
A memorial of the olden days’ wine drinkers I am
It gives the message of pleasure and happiness to us!
The crescent of Eid is making fun of us!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fare-well
