In the evening, the passerby while lonely passing
Heard some noises of an unseen cart on other way
Which he mistook bone breaking, tearing, chopping,
Murmuring, rumbling, trembling sounds all around,
He was confused, fixed, feared and crying uttering
'Is there a ghost? Oh, ghost! Ghost! ! A ghost! ! ! '
'Where? ' Some curious people were rushing to
'Oh! Here is, trying to kill me, can't you see, men? '
'Oh! Where, how looking? ' They were roaming about
'Skeleton like, just skeleton like, oh! Horror! ! Horror! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem