I sat along the golden leaves of chinars
Autumn working like a zinner....
The nest lay unlatched ,
The stars above uncatched..
The spectre of winter embezzle every Hope of spring...
The snow puffs primed to Hug the buttercups .....
The Heart ablazed with the thoughts of death,
When the spring accompanying Autumn !!!!
When I "ll be laid in the bottom ....

I SAT ON THE EDGE OF CREEK
The moss on the boulder sleek..
The viridescent carpet all grey
Beneath sapling an old man lay ..
Wrinkled face, ripped hands,
Wearing pheran, shabby lands,
Scuffing eyes
Where pain lies !
Beyond tree line
Is the Alpine
Where
The sun always shines...
The Autumn exploring the bottom,
Chinars burning,
Children mourning...
Beyond Chinars is my House,
And that is the place
Where is my Spouse
That is the place
Where is my spouse....

Rayees Ali Najar

Under the denuded
chinars, I stand
again, waiting for you.

The hawks were
pining, for a prey―
in morning prayers.

The chrysanthemums
stand in a row―
opening their hands.

Sometimes you
trace the plum scent
coming from lover's grave.

Across the fields of saffron,
My beloved has been gone,
Looking at the withered fields,
Early dawn a peacock cries.

Chinars have shed four times
And eight times my faith
The lantern is getting dim,
I see the moon, he is late;
Till date, seventeen sweaters
I've weaved, looking at the gate,
Sitting on the chair
Mumbling the same hymn
I look at the fields,
Neither returns bloom nor him.

If the god is true—
Why don't he fly me through the stars
And end these holy wars,
And why are they many?
When he is one,
When he is the only father to many a son,
When he is mine as well as thine—
Be his child and surrender,
Behold a day from the eyes of mine:
I see a man in peace
And another man watering chinars
Children playing again in the streets
And I am flying through the stars,
All the bloodshed come to cease
And finally has ended all the holy wars.

If the chinars are my home
Sorrows are my guest,
Guests that visit me often
And to whom I desire rest,

O' thou effulgent deity,
I leave before you, my sorrows;
Autumns were always my friend,
Bright clouds, Lovely winds
And rich meadows I want to attend,
This world has been cruel to me
I have lived a life of great misery,
Now this man is full of sleep,
Let me kiss thy effulgent feet
And end this never-ending weep.