The first raindrop on my nose tip
Landed after her long-fated trip!
A crystal crown at first-fall emerged,
And many a rainbows blossomed!
Sending chill shivers into my sinews,
Marrows, veins and soul centers,
Made my eyes seal and arms raise
To the heavens, sending prayers
For her, me and surrounded mates!
Blessing my lips, chin and neck,
Took her abode in my bosom,
For, her mission immortal is over!
As the morning zephyr pronounced,
She has been in void's cocoon
Since ages attaining this form;
Sun's lusty desire on Ocean,
Turned on her pent-up passion,
A tender flake of cloud was born!
As any other form of life in nature,
She too had miles to traverse,
To know her fate and nature.
The crystalline mistress of all
Invaluable substances ever born!
Harnessing for this ethereal,
But ephemeral flight, on order
Of the most Benign Being,
She sent praises in profusion.
How could she be in delights
Knowing fate since ages!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem