The heat of the city had burdened us much,
It has got riches but not one moist touch,
The torrents of sweats, the sighs of despair,
The sunsaving stuffs, lotions in layers,
The withdrawn lake on the way to the college,
The ridiculous sky obscured in haze,
The thirsty crust, barren and cracked,
The rucksacs containing umbrellas packed,
Now that the sky is thundering loud,
Your emancipation is proclaimed by clouds,
The glory of life shines in fishes and crops,
When the city of Bangalore is drenched in rain drops.
...When the city of Bangalore is drenched in rain drops
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I would like to translate this poem
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