She has gone off this poor heart
with a Desk-top engineer abroad.
Deriding me by a derisive look,
She has happily left this abode.
My eyes have lost their vision.
My ears don't listen to music.
My mind hates this human world
and she has her heavenly heart sold.
And she has her heavenly heart sold!
The flowers in the garden bleed.
The birds don't play their reed.
The stars don't gleam in the dark
and the hills with no rills stand stark.
And the hills with no rills stand stark!
My pen doesn't scribble a verse
and the sea roars ill-boding curse.
The river goes silent in grief
and she has made her love brief.
And she has made her love brief!
A send-off she gave me with smiles.
Where she did hide her guiles?
My heart from beating fails
and to heavenward not it sails.
And to heavenward not it sails!
The springs are dry in the spring.
The winds don't make whistling ring.
Towards my back an arrow did she fling
and hurled me off with her sling.
And hurled me off with her sling!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem