A Widow Bird Sate Mourning For Her Love, A Sad Love Poem By Percy Bysshe Shelley In Hindi/Urdu Translation Comments

A poor little dove's husband went to heaven in the cold month of winter she is mourning his death sitting alone on a bough, her neck down her beak in her feathers She is freezing in the wintry air The tree branch has no leaves The ground below no flowers The running stream is frozen It is all still. Nothing is moving in the air except the wheel of the mill barely making sounds hard to hear.