For how long and for how many times
Should I be battered and crushed, oh my God!
Tell them their labour will be in vain
As after being unconscious
I suffer no pain
I know they still can go further
But it does not worry me
For the fact that if I die
The matter is finished
If I do not
What should I worry in life?
In fighting battles
Of injustice and falsehood
Or to revolt against a war thrust upon
Or to protest against tyranny
I fear not death
As I know I lose nothing
Neither my honour
Nor my conscience
Moreover, they fail to win
Neither my heart, nor my mind
In exchange of my death
They gain not
Even an iota of my loyalty
Nor an inch of unsaleable soil of my soul
Except my dead body.
This is truly invincible...the soul is invincible too. A very nice penning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the soul is invincible A good read and excellent penning.