My wife is getting orphaned,
When I am busy in my poetry,
When I am busy in my social works,
When I turn my embracing hands down
Thinking about the miserable conditions
Of farmers on his own firm/ fields,
When I see the flying of labourers
And common men to far away lands.
My wife is getting orphaned,
When I feel sad on the sorrow
Of others here on this earth.
My wife feels trembling of her earth,
When I go outside to help others
But she feels happy when I return back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem