Under the moonlit nights
When the jasmines keep fragrancing
I take to poetry,
Writing poems
With the heart held in trust and bonding
With all sympathy
Writing the poetry of love,
Infatuation with
And suppose you
Rajanigandha is a slim girl
Fairly tall for her age
And meeting me
With a pack of jasmine sticks
To give to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem