Evening Whispers
My Son, the dawn approaches,
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My Son, the dawn approaches,
I don’t trust the world to still be there,
دشتِ خم میں جلوۂ اسرارِ کبریا دیکھا
In these nights of Ramadan,
With the echoes of azan e fajr
How a street turned silent