Frosty Farewell

In this season of dry winter Cold winds dusty streets dry surface Leafless willows barren fields birdless trees, I can’t offer you! A fragrant rose or a leafy twig of unripe almonds Or raw fruits of peach or dried Ladhakhi apricots. Nor can I show you! Farmers visiting their ripening crops, trout-fishes fluttering in pond, Sheep herd in green meadows, goats climbing mount, Or free-horses in vast pastures graze; Garden of hundred flowers—lovers holding each other close By the breezy bank of the gushing stream; Emerald grass shining dew singing birds sprouting bud roaring streams serene shade Sauntering buffalos sleeping shepherd And beside surging springs nomads tent, Or white clouds so-scattered Floating low in the blue sky. Nevertheless; today I will! Present you my voiceless love, In the form of a long hug, and eyes brimmed with tears.