A woman
A woman bereft
Bereft of her beloved
And leads a life
In torments of hell.
No use of riches
house land city
Kingdom, relatives
Parents brothers sisters
Nothing and nobody
Is there that can
made her happy
That can delight her.
A woman without
Her husband is like
A body without soul
A river without water
A day without the sun
A night without the moon.
Luxury items ornaments etc
Are like diseases for a woman
Who is bereft of her beloved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A man is lucky to have such a woman