At my compound- grow a tree of bokul flower
Alas! That was destroyed by north-waster
I used to wreath garland with flowers everyday
Putting that on neck, I used to go by the forest way
Seeing that tree, my heart broken caused me crying
Leafless trunk is grounded with bowed breathing
With high pitched like sun, once it was with all other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem