The water herons were (restfully) perched on the river-bank-trees and the time for late afternoon prayer was practically over. Suhni got into the water with a jar after hearing the Muezzin’s call for the evening prayer. She scanned the horizon and looked for the place where the beloved was likely to be.

Crows settle in trees, evening approaches fast,
Suhni hearing evening's prayer call, clay jar clasps,
She seeks those spots where here Sahar lives.

Crows are roosting on trees, dusk is about to fall,
Hearing the evening call-prayer she picked up
The pitcher and entered the river,
Looking around for haunts of her SAHAR.