No eyes look so beautiful
If tears not floating from it
Happiness becomes so tasteless
If pain from wound feels painless
Praying to God may not be a necessity
If everything so desired comes on demand
Night would not become so romantic
If not sparkled by the amorous stars
Birth could not bring a welcome
If death not comes as a naked shocker
Reunion would not turn so sweeter
If not well fermented with periodic break-ups
We should not stoop to pick up diamonds
If were they as plentiful as street pebbles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem