O Rajanigandha, speak you,
Speak you,
Will you,
Will you be my love?
You a teenaged, but remarkably
Beautiful girl
Standing under the moonlit nights,
Dew-laced and cold,
Spending the night
All alone,
Alone
Under the starlit skies
While they keep twinkling?
O Rajanigandha, speak,
Speak you,
Will you,
Will you be my love,
O Rajanigandha?
N.B. Addressed to the ice white, but redolent rajanigandha blooms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem