Oh! Devagiri now Doulatabad
you are trapped up by Moghals
A Hindu bride in form of treasury
was rapped by Mohammad Ghajani.
You had suitors from many sides
Tughalak was one who made queen,
He made you queen making a kingdom
He lived with you till you left him.
You are strong fort in seven phases,
Six thousand and odd steps you have
climb on thy breast to kiss face
Wonder is still you be young to look.
Who climbs you now daily?
Travellers Indian, foreign,
They come and go in wonder,
None dares touch you now.
Why so? reasons I know not,
you are Devagiri, the mountain
of Gods dwell where men dare not,
They know so and take thy rounds.
you live long in History
you live long in memory love
May you live in treasures of wealth
you live long in the laps of the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem