Since you went
No smell comes form Plumeria Rubra,
Roses are becoming to wither day by day,
Your voice disappeared in prayer mass;
No one gives companion on my returning.
Since you went,
The sun has forgotten to rise,
The cuckoo is suffering to sing,
Peacocks are forgetting to dance in rain;
It seems the earth is suffering from ill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Overwhelmingly emotional and poignant. Thanks.