hardukh baagh

yeli ho baagen harud tchu pheraan
saeri deedawar paanye tche naeraan
chaman tchu wadaan pannis pannes
kya gow maenes gulistaanes
yaad tchus sountukh hawa pewaan
tches jigres  kaicha shraka wasaan..
kanh shech baages maenis waniha
sount tchu panne pyraan tchey ha
shushur tchalakh  ne tchi yotaan
bahaar kithe yeye tche totaan





 translation.....

when autumn catches the unwary gardens
all the sightseers leave it to itself
it wails on its fate
on the destruction of all its blooms
remembering the spring air
its heart bleeds.........
can someone assure my weary garden
that spring air is itself  eagerly waiting for it
unless it endures the freezing cold
how can spring air come into its fold….