Please listen to the beats of my heart.
It rings out, “Kipeeda! Kipeeda! ”!
Put your head on my chest.
The sounds will lull you to fall in a nap.
Tell me if you don’t have me in your heart.
I will build a tomb for my sense of love.
Let my love be martyred and feted by all.
If you repent later, to rest my soul will go.
Ddoesn’t matter if you build it in your heart
for there is no vacant spot on this earth.
People with evil spell in their hearts,
hurl the caste and religion to fool us all.
You will beautify the tomb with your beatific smiles,
Come on, tell me, “ Don’t you think of me in your mind? ”.
May the girls fall in love with all the mad like you
And make this world full of mausoleums!
The God above is the culprit
Who adorned your face with elegant smiles
but failed to inspire a human touch.
Then go to heaven the fitting place for you!
Oh, you slit my neck and split my heart
that bleeds for loving a restless brute.
Without a sense of humour, how you will thrive
in this world so harsh and terror-hit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem