You silently came in my garden,
And bloomed as a secret flower
, Never I minded to notice your beauty,
For, your fragrance floods my bower.
Your damsel glory voiced the story,
More of the awakening of the first love,
With a demand, soul-winning command,
Began to vibrate all in my harp.
My dying desert got awakened,
As if the Cherapunji made it her home,
Undone years were a-shored like flinging foams.
Where I was transcended, I can’t tell,
But my dim recollections qualify,
In the realm of ecstasy gently, gently,
Whole of my Being went by and by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very beautiful love poem. thanks for sharing.