The Golden Boy from Heven With plumes releasing light Came down to earth From the Minaret as high As touching the sky Who lit the light of Light In the abode of eath That looks like a crescent land Charmed with the call of Prayer Made in sweeten' tune. Pearls and gems fell Upan the Cottage little And the goldend boy saw it With couple of eyes startle'. From Bengal to Andalusi Mirth and joy ran as sparkle Spreading colourful dream In the commoners' soul. In the water of cloud in heaven Dajjling the beauty of Eid Hurs and tairies, and princesses too Assemble near the dim rays And the golden boy Shall not leave the earth Severing the lovely tie of joy That is seen still worketh.