I pass these graves everyday
And everyday when I lay my eyes
On these silent observers
A thought occurs which leaves me trembling
What would these people locked in the their eternal abode would say
If their silence is replaced
“ O the damned race
when will you forgo your wretched ways
open your eyes and see
how fate has treated us
once we were
and now our silence must be heard.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem