THE stars shone faint through the smoky blue;
The church-bells were ringing;
Three girls, arms laced, were passing through,
Tramping and singing.
Their heads were bare: their short skirts swung
As they went along;
Their scarf-covered breasts heaved up, as they sung
Their defiant Song.
It was not too clean, their feminine lay,
But it thrilled me quite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem