Smiling Girl, Mehvish

Smiling Girl, Mehvish ------------------------------ Do you remember, o smiling girl Mehvish, the excursion day? We climbed higher and higher--into the hills; Collecting the wild walnuts And taking selfies standing on the old deodar logs, Which bridged the dry brooks. Merry crows cawed at us And the cowardly monkeys were springing in anger, and screaming! The funny girl, your class fellow, with her fingers blew many a whistle And the young shepherdess replied from across the vale her lovely calls-- Standing among buffaloes, outside her summerhouse in the sloping woodland. You were leaping like a goat, Eager to conquer the top; While I fatigued-- begged you to stop.