In sun and shower,
Under the golden sunshine
And the fair moonlight,
Grew she up,
A daughter of the hills,
In and around,
Encircling her.
Cut off from the wide world
And gaze of it,
Grew she up
As a wild flower
Unadmired and unappreciated,
A girl uninhibited
But laden under strictures.
At the herald of spring,
Sang you
Seeing the cuckoos singing
From the leafless
But in bloom
Palash and simul blossoms.
Sticking a palash bloom
Into her hair,
Danced she,
Sang she
Marking the change in season.
Under the shadow of the hills,
Grew she up,
A daughter of the hills,
Half-fed and half-clothed tribal girl,
Living a life of her own,
Taking boiled ice and its gruel
And palm juice and rotten rice beer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i loved the way you wrote the biography. nice flow and impressive write.