The kash grassy blooms
Have started it blooming,
The night seems to be heavy
With dew drops falling,
Scented with exotic cchatim tree blooms,
Tiny fragrant seulis scattering in the morning,
The chants from the Chandipath
Have started taking over,
Now it is time for the coming of Bhagabati
With the anklets resounding
With a lilt under the sky of light winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem