She was a barren field,
I ploughed and sown seeds,
Of love and Watered them
It turned to a garden,
The garden of flowers,
Heard children rhymes,
One fine day,
She bade farewell,
And gone far-far,
Garden turned to barren field,
Flowers wept and crept,
Dry and scattered,
Far at a distance,
A lamp is gleaming, shimmering
Giving feeling of love,
Whispering to ear,
Hello, My dear,
I am still with you,
Water the garden,
Flowers will laugh,
On their laugh, lies happiness,
My happiness,
Lies on your happiness,
Don't let the lamp die.
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I would like to translate this poem
my happiness lies on your happiness don't let the lamp die nice writing