For just one glimpse of you,
The rosebud of your street
Has bloomed anew !
No songbird there to greet
Your rose, which blooms alone,
But in that land
Of poems, where have grown
My roses, and I stand
Within the shrine
Of secret meanings, hail !
How every verse of mine
The nightingale
Will sing, and none destroy
The ecstasy we share,
His house of joy
[Translation by Nilla Cram Cook]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great kashmiri poet. A romantic poet. This poem should be available in kashmiri language