Dark daughter, they call you dark
But you are not,
You are beautiful.
You my loving daughter,
Affectionate and sympathetic
And loving.
But what it worries me is
The zigzagged paths of life,
The crisscrosses of fate.
A daughter how much neglected
And ignored are you
In our society.
Dark daughter, dark are you not
But those who know it not
The secrets of darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem