The pulse of my filial heart you feel
and the fleeting thoughts of my mind you know.
When the earth quakes and splits
and the Sun fries this Nature,
I have you in my deepest part
where lies my soul, oh, oh….!
In the high Himalayas
when the breeze comforted me,
the pain I felt longer,
slowly faded in heart.
In the apple orchard I was
drowsed for a shorter awhile.
Dreams after dreams crawled
in my mind to cheer.
In the running waters of Ganges,
I dared to swim a little.
But in each stroke I made
heard I your stern warnings.
In the cold biting and killing,
I bore the front to live on.
Your face often flashed in
to keep me off looming danger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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