Today the rain in falling all around,
And I am feeling a kind of strange joy.
Sitting at the varanda I like to look outside,
It seems the earth is taking a day-long bath.
The rain-drops may be having an affair
with the surface of the lake-water,
Ah, What a scene!
What a rhythmic dance in circles!
Are they rain-drops or the tears shed by sky,
Cause the sky has lost its moon,
Dark clouds have overcast its face,
And the pain is falling down as rain.
I never thought I had a poet in me,
The rhythm of rain-fall have the power
to turn any man into a poet,
Look, here another Rabindranath is born,
And another 'Sonchoita' is yet to be written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem