When I was mired in anguish and sorrow
And no light of hope breathed in despair
When utter gloom was stalking me all along
You were to me like a stick of the blind.
When I lost goal worth the name for my life
And there was none to guide me in distress
When I was adrift as a rudderless boat
You came to my life as a guide and rescuer.
When I was lamenting over my wounds
And I was intoxicated with senseless joys
When I was reduced to a spiritless animal
You came to my life as an elixir for strength.
When I was a vagabond and bankrupt
And indulgently leading a wayward life
Having no love, no sympathy from anyone
You came to my life with love and care.
Oh dear, your company showers on me a new life
Your sacrifice to make me happy grew
I still don't know your real identity, dear
But you're a queen of glory, a crown of sacrifice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The person who gets love is the luckiest one. But I think a person definitely have some quality to be loved by a girl. Nice poem.