The night starry,
Is coming to an end,
In the sea of sky,
The queen of night,
With the hands of dawn,
Drowning pitcher of stars,
The birds are twittering,
The lotus is waving,
Her wet night gown,
The elegant creeper,
The morning virgin,
Has filled her vessel,
The empty pitcher,
With the wine so tasty,
The crown of wines,
And you lazy woman,
Ignoring all this,
And wine of the nature,
Yet your eyelids,
Meeting each other,
Still sleeping,
Your eyes filled with,
A bird's eye view,
Only!
Akhtar Jawad
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