Didn’t you feel joys and sorrows
Didn’t hopes and disappointments
Strive in your heart, as in us
In the royal court
Was there no constant conspiracy
Weren’t you secretly struck?
You were often humbled and ignored
There was injustice and distrust
Often poverty made you miserable
With great pain in your heart
Sleepless nights you must have passed
Yet above them all
Your poetry like a lotus
Has blossomed in all its beauty
And risen towards the sun of joy
It bears no mark
Of miseries and misfortunes.
Churning your life
You absorbed the poison that arose
And gifted the honey to us.