O! my little dove
I dream my life with you
Riding on wind
Waving my wings
Be it heavy monsoon down pours
Or shivering cold
Or scorching summer sun
On the flowering canopies
In the emerald fields
Cooing with the chicks
I wish I cease to be human being
My windows were unfilled and dark
I sobbed by them in solitude
You brighten them
With affection and warmth
O! my little dove
I dream my life with you
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I would like to translate this poem
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