How does he love and like his second wife
Going after her,
Trying to please all the times,
You mark it,
See him doing all that?
A beloved he did not see ever,
A lover she has found it new
And both of them thinking new,
Ever new, ever fresh.
The husband keeps seeing the face
Of her newly-found love
All the times
As if it were the full and fair moon!
The lovely wife too knows it
That she is precious
A gem rarely to be found,
Honey is therein.
Where she goes, he goes,
Where she stands, he stands,
See his drama,
The drama of his love and life.
A ring-diamond is she,
The temple overhead ring
Made from different metals,
Is she diamond queen, face queen.
But when she had been alive,
I mean his first wife,
Cared he not at all for her,
Loved not to view in full-view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's such a wonderful piece. Well, man will man. Thanks for sharing.