Encircled by green this country is- golden crops unveil by swing
Bends of river are filled of kash flower - wave gives boat a dangling
Motherland I love you - I love you mother
I can't feel me existence being departed from you going far
Magpie robin sings in sweet voiced at mother tongue at tree
Standing in front of death hoist the flag of victory
Roots moves towards river going on singing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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