Oh, my sweet and lovely beloved country
If you care about and have love for me
Then provide me an ample opportunity
So that I get freedom and can fly free
After climbing up the treacherous gorges
And descending down the mighty cliffs
With the knowledge of the secret world
I will rush to tell you the stories till untold
If you distinguish and engage in oppression
Upon whom do you run rollers of suppression?
They are the parts and parcels of you limbs
Getting you reflections of your own deformities
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem