I had affectionate love for twin stars
Both came before becoming invisible of moon
I had stretched out hands towards them
But I did not see responsive behavior.
A doubtful impression of ghostly water was in my face
And the sin of forefathers was in the folded bed.
When the doll of darkness will take holly bath in Ganges
Then the flood of moon will fall down into my marsh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem