My enemy made an aggression
Demolishing village, towns and cities,
And at last came the wall of my city,
But he was empty handed in front.
I did not make an assault in response.
I know I am a boulder of my own path,
One day I shall be no more here behind,
And I shall leave the world making no
Difference between the heaven and the earth.
I formed an opinion while being here,
"All residents of the world are warriors,
Some use weapons, some make weapons,
Support them by paying tolls and taxes,
But no one loves buds, roses and petals."
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