Asad Abbas
Member
There, where a million lampade-stars
Burn in the face of ancient time,
Where evening ringing's sweet to heart,
Where towers are in love with sky;
There, where in shade of airy folds
Transparent-white wander the dreams,
I fathomed meaning of old riddles,
A moon-believer I became.
Burn in the face of ancient time,
Where evening ringing's sweet to heart,
Where towers are in love with sky;
There, where in shade of airy folds
Transparent-white wander the dreams,
I fathomed meaning of old riddles,
A moon-believer I became.