Yamoyden: Canto I (James Wallis Eastburn Poems)
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
Jab qata ki masafat e shab aaftaab neJalwa kiya sahar ke rukhe behijaab neDekha suwe falaq Shahe gardoon raqaab neMudh ...
happy Eid Fitr! may all hearts re-bleach awhite all maids recall the way back (Sukasah Syahdan)
the Eid Fitr that starts beckoning is one I still don't deserve (Sukasah Syahdan)
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
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