All English Sonnets
Oh! temple bells of Jammu pray roll on,
And from my feelings echoing, then return.
This life is rough and tough and really stern,
So for the sake of harassed self toll on.
I, humbly humbly on you now call on,
Be ringing, tolling, pains to assuage,
And keep me company for my earthly age ,
To have a chance to manage and toil on.
Oh! like the days of yore, I falls on
Your sweetest notes to consultation give
And agonized soul, a bit relieved,
To make it thus survive and stroll on.
Oh! temple bells of Jammu, pray toil on
For when I hear you, all my doubts are gone.