Revolutions occur with loud hue and cry
An earthquake makes the Earth tremble
In loud shouts innocent sighs simply die
The proud are made to become humble.
A rose blossoms with a pleasant smile
And is seen by narcissus like eyes.
Great revolution takes place in a while
It itself gets lost in its charming dyes.
Full of emulation winds dislike the grace
And try to scatter the virgin like petals
Hide enmity under the mask of embrace
Conspire with simple hearted sepals.
Tricksters come flying on their wings
Like guests take the cups of drinks
Selfish heart ravishing songs sings
In poverty become weak strong links.
Helpless petals fall like wet mud walls
Humble leaves watch the prince's demise
Who in the lawn of his palace falls
The silent revolution seems so nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem