For Raatraani
My Lost Love, it appears to be,
Somebody is
Wailing and weeping
Under the raatraani tree
Whenever the blooms hang by silently
And the night grows deeper
And I get remembered of
What I have not forgotten it so far,
Carrying it in my heart,
I love you, I love you.
The Dreams of Love
Kissing you,
It appeared to me
As if I were a red rose
Splashed with dew drops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem