When the Rose is disheartened,
It is as if the Nightingale
In shame is melted!
To remove this thorn of grudge,
That is against you;
And the gains that others are trying to dodge
From coming to you.
All this injustice I want to hedge
Dear One! Let your soul be the judge
(that) From my heart this is a sincere pledge!
You are a Rose
Burning day and night
All through summer and winter
There is no end to your merciless plight.
I am a Nightingale
Who at morn and evening
Without doing anything
As if from life’s toil
I am sent on bail!
Although in abundance
There is avarice around
In patience and confidence,
Your heart you did surround.
Dear One!
Listen to what this nightingale
Is wanting to speak
Sweet are the words
Flowing from his beak
That-
Since times old,
This wicked world
For those with the heart of Gold
Is worth no more than bogus!
Dear One!
Against the Devil’s games
We should be cautious.
About my sincere pledge if you are conscious
Then you will realize that-
From HIM comes the real bonus!
All this injustice I want to hedge
Dear One! Let your soul be the judge
(that) From my heart this is a sincere pledge!
This poem, written on Jan 21 2002, is for consoling a disappointed friend whose selfless efforts of day and night are not given due recognition.
