You are a wandering shepherd of dusk
Parvez Ayub
Who explores the heavenly vales,
Amid the sunset
You know of the stars and the moon
You approach in the moonlight
Your flock lay scatter in the lap of the jungle,
A giant Sol becomes your rest place
You place your carved stick behind
Hang you the water-canon to a bough
When you spread over your chaddar to sit on
And play the flute,
Travel your heart with melodies
When you play the melancholy flute,
You no longer remain in your senses
You become engrossed
Till the dawn whispers
In heavenly vales
When you wake up from deep slumber
The wolves have come
In lush green pastures
The jackals and foxes
Have torn your flock apart
The Wandering Shepherd of Eve
