To Allah’s Place

Do not cry my dear Aisha,

Put that beautiful pigeon down,

Let us take it to veterinarian,

Running through streets of Mahmudabad town,

Who’ll stitch the creature up and down,

His house is besides yonder pond,

Who will heal the bird,ease our strain!

With gentle touch and healing hands,

Come my sister,come Aisha!

Take in your hands birdie dear,

Cat pounced upon her on hunger’s call,

Her breath caught between flight and fall,

It will not fly again dearie and stir,

By hearing the warmth of your call,

For her spirit hath soared so higher-

Her memories are right within your heart,

Come my sister,come Aisha,

Why the tear drops in your eyes?

Come no more near the window,

One see no bird flying high,

Do not cry for bird any more,

For it hath flown to Allah’s place,

The birdie will remain in your heart,

As long as the sun shines.