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

Where did you go?
I searched for your shadow in the Koshur valley,
Dug deeper in those cloudy glaciers
Fished in the trench of cold Jhelum
Where did you swim off?
I ran atop the Chinar,
To smell your fragrance in those dry leaves
Where did you disappear?
In my flowing Pheran,
Running across the streets of Downtown,
Shouting, calling to your soul,
Where did you freeze?
Read tirelessly namaaz in His Holy abode,
To see your image in those prayers,
Where did you immerse?
Where did you go?