The Chambal ghati and its dacoit, daku, 
I hear it not about now, 
The adventurous stores
Which used to do rounds once, 
Lo, ...Singh is coming, 
Riding a horse
And the galloping horses passing by
Through the muddy hamlet ways
During the lonely and dark night time.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem