Oh Muse!
This evening, down the feast of colours!
you blessed me with sublime memories-
when the birds revert back - on firmament
and pigments, scattered in the wind- singing glories!
Blossom! Dreams dearth of blessed repose!
and greet! with all homely affection-
Blessings, these granaries were starved off-
For long, with marks ever lived - in union.
Oh Muse!
Take this bow- lilt you are blessed with-
When the world has shunned to all goodness-
for you - the patron of goodwill, epitome of grace-
Tomorrow, rest on her supreme motherly bliss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another beautiful writing....specially the last stanza ruin my heart.....lovely.