When I was talking to a friend today , happened to ask what’s her favorite poem irrespective of language barrier and she mentioned the above! Oh boy! I immediately fell in love with this poem
Below is the English translation of it :
At that time, his body trembled with anger.
As if the sleeping ocean woke up with the speed of the wind.
Face-child-Ravi-Same became red like a flame,
For the cataclysm, what time did he get angry there?
The eyes of those who were now full of water,
Now stunned by fury, they are blazing with embers.
Surely that flame of Arunima-Miss Anal lit up,
Then the mourning water got burnt immediately.
Be a witness to the world I promise,
I will complete the work according to the story.
Those who slyly beat a child and laugh now,
All those enemies will look like the ocean of mourning.
Caused by the death of Abhimanyu-Dhan which is the root,
Due to this, our heart is hurting, what is happening,
Death is the essence in the world to that Khal Jayadratha,
Unmukt is just the door to hell for him.
Not suitable for that Khal, although there is also the punishment of death,
But there is no punishment and fierceness in the world greater than death.
Therefore, tomorrow I will not kill that lowly one,
So I say the truth, I should never again wear a weapon.
Or it is difficult to say more, this is the vow of Partha,
Be a witness, listen to these words Ravi, Shashi, Anal, Amber, Mahi.
Not before sunset, which I will kill Jayadratha tomorrow,
So I swear that I myself will die in the water.
