What is the compensation for the loss of all beloved ones
Leaving one isolated in the crowded world full of woes only?
Singing sad songs one tries to find self solace like the
Nightingale sings in full throated voice its sad story...!
Before the fruit ripens, if autumn comes leaving it in
Green ever, only tells the immature love story forever!
What compensation there one can expect except songs of sad
State one is forever pinning for one's young lover forever?
What a cruel state one is placed in life before fulfilment
Is about to fructify into beautiful joy to enjoy in love!
Is blossoming of love in such a raw state to be cursed or
Wait for another season to see fruit ripening into full state?
Where is the second chance for one who has lost all chances
Losing all one's beloveds one by one by fate in this world?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem