A Koyal perched on the Gulmohar tree
And said to it testily
How you entice and enchant
With your fiery blossoms and majesty
While I have to shy away with this dark body
On the summer breeze rustling lazily
Gulmohar swayed its reddish head
And whispered ever so gently
I wear this ruby garb but for a few days
While there dwells a song in your heart always
One may bow down and never look at me
But impossible it is to resist such a sonneteer
And when your song rings so purely
My blossoms pale in comparison….
Now the Koyal trilled a bit shyly
Oh! Gulmohar how I love to sing
But I have to admit
That only among your radiant blooms
Do my songs reach a new glissando
To which the wise Gulmohar replied
When there is so much love
My beautiful dark one
Between you and me
Then why this bitter rivalry?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem