How long could behold he
His lover's lovely eyes?
Oh! the frenzied lover...
Ah! such madness in love,
Can he able to behold it gleaming bright
Till the day before his last night?
Even though the story will be
Going to be ended up soon,
Yet will he be able to hold that breath?
Will the wishes just stand lonely
Beyond the garden where
Love-roses are becoming full blown?
Or he is just a guest for his forties only?
And garlands might glisten on his faded chest
To adorn as the last emblem of faith.
Who will be able to anticipate?
Can you tell please or needed to wait?
This is the story from a country poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem