The Rohingya's Song Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

My whole life has passed walking upon thorns;
All my days and nights passed running upon knives;
Fear of which death do you want to show me?

I have forgotten crying, sobbing and shedding tears;
Now my two eyes burn like fire on the funeral pyre;
Now the desert of the hottest season take rest
Into my two eyes;
Fear of which hell do you want to show me?

Enough I have suffered into the dungeon of your hatred;
Now I will rise like the deluge of Noah;
Now I will burst out like a volcano;
Beware, Su Kye.
Beware, all the beasts of fasle civilization.

Rising is the last solution on earth I know.