Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | June 14, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Immortal Youth

by Khushal Khan Khattak (1613 – 1690).

Immortal Youth

My two-and-sixty years are flown,
Swift years of sorrow and delight,
And now my hair, no longer black,
Is turned at last a silvery white;
But ah, my heart still young remains,             5
Unchanged by fortune foul or fair;
And spite of frost and snow, I see
The golden summer everywhere.

Notes:
http://www.afghan-network.net/biographies/khattak.html
http://www.zmong-afghanistan.com/khushal.asp

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