Walking together
losing in the secluded way
setting at naught
making naked our heads of thought
caring nothing for fallen flowers on our heads
flying from acacias in the sides of magic way
Come with me
to plant acacia saplings
in the roads congested with defeat and overcome
Their fallen flowers will root up ignorance in the time to come
Come to walk forever
with flowers on the head
disregarding of any race and faith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem, Mohammad
Thank you dear friend for reading it and commenting.