After getting married for the second time, how has he changed
And his wife, both of them, husband and wife,
Changing colours like the chameleon
As they do go on.
When she had been alive, I mean the poor, humble and simple lady,
How uncaring had he been, how much unloving
As she used to care for the whole household
And he used to remain indulged in his.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem