It was a beautiful evening
When Sun was setting down
I was on the riverside
And I moved away off my town.
All the men were returning home
And all the boats were going away.
Being all full with cattle, and
Also with paddy, hay.
Even the last boat couldn't take me,
And I had no hurry to return home
All were returning to their nest
And only I was their alone.
I wandered lonely in the evening
The silvery stars rhythming with clouds
The moon was smiling with glee
As to make me happy and mend my mood.
My mood changed with sweet fragrance
And I saw the sparkling dance on river.
These all were only for me
As I was alone there.
A cool breeze was blowing slowly,
And slowly, the golden rays came out
It was a beautiful sunrise,
And I felt the bliss of Solitude.
by Ruma Chaudhuri
It's a beautiful poem. The title is attractive too. Solitude is a bliss that not everyone enjoys. Those who do, they seek solitude, not always though. The second and the third stanzas of your poem have a similar tone like that of Rabindra NathTagore's 'Golden Boat' (Sonar Toree) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is very beautiful, but one thing I must tell you. Solitude is attractive for a day two, if it is prolonging... The Solitude of Alexander Selkirk I AM monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute O Solitude! where are the charms 5 That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. W. Cowper