I saw her at noon

Under the shade of 

That tree;

She

Was lovingly kissing 

A baby goat

Held in her arms.

She saw me 

And said:

Everyone at 

Home’s asleep

I couldn’t

So I came out here.

But you?

Why are

You wandering about 

In this burning sun?

I don’t remember 

What I answered 

But when 

She heard it, she 

Burst out laughing 

Behind that tree 

Where noon was standing. 

That as 

Many years ago 

But my eyes 

Still imprison 

That whole scene.

.

From:  Āk̲h̲irī din kī talāsh (Search for the Last Day). Allāhābād: Shabk̲h̲ūn Kitāb G̲h̲ar, 1968. pp. 26 – 27