Inherent bashfulness pulling me to one side,
…the beauty of the Chola King KiLLi
making my mind to melt on another side,
my eyes are feeling very much perplexed,
…longing for embracing the shoulders of the King KiLLi,
my heart is revolving and lingering with love
…as if the ant is get caught in the bamboo stick
where there is fire on both ends from which it can’t escape!
Likewise, my heart is burning with fire of love
…for the companion and union with the King KiLLi!
Like an ant on a stick burning both ends, i am caught with a burning heart with love Between retraining woman's bashfulness And itching to embrace Killi's shoulders
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like an ant on a stick burning both ends, i am caught with a burning heart with love Between restraining woman's bashfulness And itching to embrace Killi's shoulders.
Thanks for your comments and poem. Excellent and crisp in same four lines! Experience and seniority counts! Poor man like me tries to explain fully, to make people of other country understand entirely!