Once upon a time there was a king
While hunting in a nearby jungle
During the shot he lost his ring
That was gifted to him by the girl
Whom he had decided to make his wife
So he was crying bitterly for his life
A saint who was passing by the woods
Asked him if he had lost his any goods
The King replied in a very sad tone
Yes my ring and wished if he had shown
The saint was surprised to see the king
Can love make us both weep and also sing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem