Chandramukhi, Chandramukhi, where are you, my love,
Chandramukhi, Chandramukhi,
The heart goes on calling
But on her part,
Unresponsive stands she still?
And finding it not the answer, I think within,
Has she left for elsewhere,
Is Chandramukhi not,
Has she left the place for ever?
A beautiful girl, fairly white and nice-looking,
I used to love her so much
But society sood it in between
And it would compelled her to leave the station.
Under the moonlit nights, she used to pass by,
Making the anklets sound sweetly,
Breaking my mood of doing studies
And leaving the book,
I seeing her,
Coming as a dream and passing as a dream
But could not say to her,
I love you, Chandramukhi,
Let us be away with.
Chandramukhi, Moon-faced, full and fair
Used to be she
And I used to see her as a flower of joy,
Calling her Chandni (Moonlit) sometimes,
The face was as much
That you too may fall in love
If see you my beloved.
Let it be this much today,
Bye-bye, see you again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem