Must you be so iron,
Why must you be an iron,
When you can become the purest
And the silkiest silk
That lives in the skies of the Balkh
And whom we adore the children
Children who plays
Across the Derbent, near the Baikal
Far enough from Tibet
Where lies our sacred earth and
Our only place to be love and to be
Loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful poem.