The old knot was tightened anew
On a pious day of varied hues;
Scattered interaction was amassed too
By the efforts of friends, handful and few.
The grand day was rejoiced in spirit high
Beside the Salunki’s sandy river bank,
Under the roof of blue eternal sky,
Unmindful to status, post, place or rank.
No rich, no poor, no rank high or low,
No caste, no creed, no color or lingual line;
To no disparity friends dost know,
Only ‘friendship’ is their sacred shrine.
Lovely poem. Old students' enjoy their meet unmindful of narrow considerations: No rich, no poor, no rank high or low, No caste, no creed, no color or lingual line; To no disparity friends dost know, Only ‘friendship’ is their sacred shrine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful poem. Friendship is truly a sacred shrine. Lovely.