When thy flying horse swings
Towards the city,
The drummers many
And songs on lips of children and old
Fill the air.
O thank the stars
Their guiding light
The rays of the sun
Upon the bridge of gold
Thy royal hand
When thou seest dreams
Like flames upon the altar shine,
And hear the lullaby of nature
Then thy shield will be the
Suspended red harvest moon,
Under the canopy
Of open blue skies
I have found
the images of love,
my tears fell
with the dews of morn
and dried
when dark didst trance the sky
In sleep
I walked forlon
Till the cold winds ushered
The sun lit morn
The verse once started
With colours
From the rainbow
Swept my pages
Like dancing waves from the sea
What have I done?
My knightly prince
See,
My heart of gold
Burns in deserts and wild
Love was the sign I followed
To that tavern,
Where the cups filled with wine,
The tears of my nectar of love,
Fill up
Brim to brim
Nay, do not say,
Thy horse with wings
Will swing
There for the last time
Bless me
with arms outstretched
with banners in benediction
brighter than the
brightest silks of Peshawar.
In verse and songs
Sweep me in thy arms
Sculpt me as thou will
Colour me with thy brush
Slow and slow
Slow the love
The love that shall remain
Forever.
Yes ever
ETERNALLY
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