Come back to my dreary heart, do come back; 
Evening comes too, where are you my bird, 
come back to my nest.  
Since the North Star did not see you, 
it lost its track shedding tears in a sea of suffering; 
Come back to my empty temple, 
accompanied with Hari, 
who stole and seduced you.
[Original: Fire ay ore fire; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    