From the euphony of slight wind The copper-structured flute Entraps the world of music When the sun goes down It slowly starts to trickle The majesty of music Moulds the illustrious soul Filled with only glass By the beauty of music It blossoms the dawn Leaves off the remaining tunes for the next sunrise To be filled with soft whispers Translated by Shahab Akram Published in Daily Times, September 3rd 2018.