(Translated by Hem Bishwakarma)

Beside the river
The old trees stand
Inside the tree hollow
That seems as cracked ribs
By the lightning struck
Inhabit some poisonous snakes
Scorpions and chameleons
And every dusk
The jackals howl as blowing a conch
By the bush at its bottom

The crows
The eagles
The falcons
The Vultures
Fly on the sky for the whole day
And, shelter at the old trees for night

Though the boughs are dry
Though the leaves are shaded
The roots has run deep inside the soil
To assure the old trees stand forever
By the side of a riverbank
Every year violent storm crop up
That blows away the shacks and roofs
Yet the trees never fall down
Every monsoon the rivers go insane
That floods away bodies and houses
Yet the old trees are left untouched

The chickens playing at dunghills
The pigeons cooing at the roofs and eaves
Are preyed by the crows and eagles
That shelter on the trees
The foxes hid themselves in a bush
Waiting for something to catch
Just below the trunk
And, the vultures asleep at the treetops
Dream that they are hanging
From the intestines of dead animals

Oh, River!
You desert the poor
To prove you are gallant
But, why don’t you swipe
The old trees unfit to the nature
That distort its beauty!