The evening drapes the garden in an ember‑warm hush, where distant lapwing calls drift on a gentle breeze and a soft stream murmurs beneath the bamboo. The zen‑garden birds weave a delicate tapestry, while the leaf‑walk wind adds a sigh of movement, creating a hypnotic circle for breath and meditation. This soundscape invites the mind to settle, the heart to breathe, and the spirit to linger in the twilight’s gentle glow. | شام کا وقت باغ کو گرم شفق کی چادر میں لپیٹ دیتا ہے، جہاں دور کہیں چوہوں