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.
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