No water, no water,
But here find sun terror.
No leader, no teacher,
No officer, but here
Find fiftyfive degree
Heat waves and
Find only sun terror.
No food to eat,
No cloth to wear,
No house to live in,
No language to understand,
But terror, foreign terror
With falshood, fraud, robberies
Mixed with terror, sun-terror.
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I would like to translate this poem
Water is life and the lack of it brings so much misery, so much famine. This is a fine poem, gajanan, asas usual