After the departure of shining afternoon
The evening sky takes the hue red
And when the red gone dark appeared
With a canal black and curved,
now the canal resembles
The crescent of Eid apart
Ada if it stand so, I shall be awakening
all the night smart.
Also there shall be the Angels,
the Whores `n’ Foiries awaken
In the mirth of awakening-night
Offering saline taste of an Ocean
That makes friendship between a pair of han[d],
Forgetting all ills and enmities
Embarrassingthe foe as friend then
Having a golden tie giving-up the suffering
That air now turned into love and affection.
The garden of Love shall blossom flower
in which dwells the joy of Eid,
The joy which teaches us equity
That’s the base, the core
A hair breadth deviation from which
Shall help none to sustain life indeed.