What sorrow, agony and grief!
From them I ever get relief.
Who will like the tale of my grief?
It is too long, it is not brief.
I don’t want to part with my woe;
I keep in my heart this arrow.
What use is then for you to know?
I think it was allotted so.
My heart says I should drink poison,
But I live just like any one.
Do not remind me what is done;
I say I have lost, you have won.
WHAT A CHANGE
The air is polluted my dear!
Doubtful is the whole atmosphere.
Who are at fault? Do you not see?
The fanatics of the country.
Safe are not even pubs these days;
How so changed are the bibbers’ ways!
The people are now the siders
Of the *Sheikhs as well as Leaders.
What will then be my position?
Them I disdain, avoid and shun.
Why do you seek my home address?
I wander in the wilderness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem