A Reminisce

Of bright blue Sirius that you hold in your eyes

Under the shadowy scabbard of Orion

Hidden, are a million longings to the moon

And heartful serenades unsung..

وجود

آون هڪ مٽي جو ذرو آهيان، جيڪو ڪڏهن ڪجهه نه ٿي سگهيو آهي ۽ نه ڪجهه ٿي سگهندو، پر آون انهي خدا جو حصو آهيان جنهن مون کي ٺاهيندي پنهنجي وجود تي روئ ڏنو هو.

Though I'm a speckle of dust which has never been anything, and which will never become anything, but I'm a portrayal of that god who cried on his existence while he gave inception to me.