Come tearing the clouds.
Listen to achy pain and
thirsty mouth.
Oh, monsoon! Wherever
you are.
In sea, in ocean, in thunder
or in storm.
Come and give rest from
this uneasiness.
If you know how eagerly
lovers wait and how
painful the wait is.
when days passes
monotonously.
You can know how
thirst waits for you.
Oh, monsoon!
Come as an angel of
god to save the dying.
I argue, I plea to come
and this summer of suffering.
Oh, monsoon! Come.
Come with thunderbolts,
come with rain showers,
come with storms and
come with your fierce
force to end all sufferings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem