Chaitra-Vaisakh ki chilchilati dhup,
Garmi se bechain
Kahi peda ke neeche vishram karnaa,
Pyash se kahi jaatei huyei
Kuyei ke paas rukanaa
Bujhanei ke liye,
Ek cchota-shaa kamra mei
Fan ke bina rahanaa
Mujhe yaad hai,
Bhula jo nahi hun.
That scorching sun of Chaitra-Vaisakh,
Restless with baffling heat
Taking a rest under the shade of a tree somewhere,
While going on the way when thirsty
Stopping by the roadside well
To quench,
To live in a small room
Without the fan
I remember it
Have not forgotten it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem