Rein in and bridle your steeds of passion
While waiting for glimpse of the divine beauty.
Sparkling like peacock in ambling gait
Drawing a glance from the hermit and priest.
Moisten your thoughts with mildness and calm
While musing in sway of her wonderful charm.
Sweeten your words with all pleas and pleads
For she has a choice from, millions like thee.
Have patience while praying for any favour
Offer her flowers of all colours
Persist in praising her until she heeds
Granting you bliss is, her own sweet choice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem