Had he the time;
To pause to clock’s chime
Things would differ
As it is, I prefer
Making melodies in the spring
With laughter in its playful swing
The chirping birds
Know no swords! !
Their flight is light
Their distance more in blight
They too habitually migrate
When summer’s heat exasperate
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i felt like bathing under a cascade in courtalam. nice.