With a rakhi to tie on the wrist of his brother,
The small, small sister keeps waiting for
The arrival of her brother
From the town,
She keeps waiting and waiting for,
But the brother turns not up,
But the hope still keeps burning in her,
Making her wait
And she going, going to see
If the brother is coming
Rather than finally offering it to God
In the house
As for taking Him for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem