Alas! it's me who fell down in love!
But one who got a crown in love,
Almost alike both are pretty flowers,
Smiled, Oh Bird! In your handsome bowers,
I was shy I could not sing in love,
And you wanted a sting in love!
Pleasure of stings that doesn't sustain,
When stings are over it turns in pain,
How could I give a sting to you!
I could only give a spring to you,
She in the bouquet and I am down,
Could you see me in a jet white gown!
Lying on the bed and before I depart,
Take back the spring of my broken heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem