Whom? to whom would thou offer
Thy hearts hidden treasures,
Thy finely chiseled form? to God?
Our love cannot quench His eternal thirst,
O’ the luckless one.
God needs blood, only red blood He needs
From wounded Human hearts;
And to Him you are offering your love?
On whose feet cries the unrequited offerings
Of Rambha, Menoka the celestial nymphs!
(D.K.Baorooah)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem