From inerview Bashri,Parvin Shaker page 330 pkeeza anchal juneDeep dark brown eyed PrinceRiding from far awayWhacking woods with lightnng speedOn a shining magnificent steedTearing down entwined creepers from gatewaysReleasing entrapped castle from clutching arms of woodsCame in to seeNeedles rusted in the body of his beloved PricessEyes awaiting his arrivalHad lost all their hopeful complaint