My heart is stupefied : mute with pain
Like the lotus-bud mum in the chilly night,
Like the lonely bird no more returning to its nest alone;
Likewise my mind no more seeks freedom in speech.
When all the music stops, stars get lost,
Feelings evaporate - blows, severe counter-blows
Make the bird motionless, the coastal storm
Does not give speed to its wings in morning breeze.
This bleeding heart now lies sullen like that bird,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem