Give me a flower,
A red krisnochura flower.
Give me a flag,
which made by red and green.
I shall go to see my father.
Give me a nolak,
I shall go to see my mother.
Give me a doll,
I shall go to see my younger sister,
Give me a red sharee,
I shall go to see my wife.
A long time-
Beside the river of Ichamati-
Sleeping my wife,
Sleeping my father, mother,
in the mid side my younger sister.
How can I shall go there,
Without brings somethings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope one day there'll be someone special giving you the flower.