The boys are bathing in the river,
The scene I will forget never,
They are jumping and playing in the water,
It is a joy forever.
Every moment the calm ripples are coming to them,
They are breaking those in the wild game,
Like a loving mother the river is enduring her sons,
They are the sweetest to her in all lively forms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem