Here on the lawn It’s me sank in the chair Just behold me. Your saffron-yellow eyes Two enormous pearls Like a frail and feeble light Glow in the dark And whisk me away down to the lush green shade of a neem tree In a far off land A fairy-faced maiden Dressed in silver stitched clothes Coming from afar With the fragrance of her lilting giggles And pleasing manners Enkindles a strange lamp in my heart And leaves me in entranced ecstasies Here on the lawn It’s me Sank in the chair Keep beholding me I’ve spent a whole twenty years in this cage And the very chair has now transformed me into a snow covered mountain My thoughts and imaginations Queries and questions My voice, all my expectations Everything has frozen But as you come and gaze at me And enkindle the yellow pearls of your eyes Like a pale and frail light I melt down And like the stream of moonlight All the way down to the lush green shade of that neem tree And keep on calling O, my fairy-faced beloved! I’m here Gotten up from the chair This is an English translated version of a Balochi poem written by Asif Shafique Published in Daily Times, February 1st 2018.