That star there...
The shining-first star
(shining over the Shikargah forest ),
I have been watching it o dear son , here,
At this window
For years now --
Since my late-twenties I think .
It has had been my inspiration --all the time:
The days mom had passed away ...,
Or the days with stepmom ....
The days I had met an out-of-this-world stranger ...,
The days I was betrayed in love ....
Or nowadays --
I am accompanied by
A birdlike creature like you...
To my Friend, on his First Night in his Own House
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Come out tonight (Ah! Lock the gate and outer door.
As it's early September
And bears roam freely in these maize-crops
And apple orchards-- whole nights ;
Hurrying back towards the nearby forests --as they hear Adhan.) on the balcony
Of this small cottage-like-house. (call your lovely wife out--as the kids fall asleep ).
Enjoy, the faint full moon, and the blue starry canopy called sky;
The closeby Shikargah forest's soul-soothing view.
Enjoy the blows of breeze --wrapping yourselves up in a shawl.
Listen to the loveliest lullaby: loud howling of fox--in the grove by the brook,
And barking of the far dog.
And imagine your miserable years in that rented set of rooms
In that filthy town,
And this first night here
In your own house
In this quiet green magical country .