Come please
Oh
Ahmad
Ahmad
Ahmad
My brother and teacher
My elder and mentor.
Oh
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
You left me to myself
That sure is great shame.
Oh
Blind
Blind
Blind
I feel now without you
Come to me, where are you?
Oh
Who will whistle for the chickens?
And who will grow Gol-e-khatmi?
If not you?
Oh
Come back from grave and teach me
Please Ahmad, the learned brother, true love.
Oh
How dare did you leave when eighteen?
I was ten or near eleven and in need…
Not of the illiterate but of you
Teacher who, taught me
Everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
come back from grave and teach me..I like it..