We had a cat and our lovely cat was ill.
It was admitted in hospital for treatment.
Previous day it fought with a cobra to kill.
The cobra suddenly escaped and found dead.
It moves around my house to kill the snakes.
It is just like a tiger and guards our house.
our children always play with it and feed it cakes.
After a few days our cat fell ill and died.
Dead body of our cat is put on sofa and all wept.
Why, pretty thing! could you not live with us all?
One by one all kissed it and sadly said it has slept.
If it is not seen at home tiger, tiger we used to call.
Alas1 with a bur-i-al ceremony in a grave it is kept.
All wept and wept and said, what a sweet fall!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem