In response to the request for writing a poem on Eid

In the Shalamar Garden a yellowed leaf was saying “Gone is that spring of which the confidante I am

The garden’s visitors should not trample me down The memory of the branch of their own nest I am”

This tiny little leaf made the heart restless One coming into the garden complete mourner of spring I am

In the autumn I am crying in remembrance of the spring How can I get the happiness of Eid as griefstricken I am

Devastated have become the olden days’ taverns A memorial of the olden days’ wine drinkers I am