The sun has risen and the dews no more
On grass. Birds are singing, farmers working,
Housewives cooking and beggars on the door.
Seeing unknown people, dogs are barking
And the naughty boys playing in the field
Fleeing from school. Newsreaders are reading
War-news on TV and showing people killed
By air-attack. Some people are bidding
Farewell to someone with their cry and tears;
Some are welcoming the newborn with smile.
Someone proudly denies God, someone fears
Him with love. Leaders are like crocodile
Are dealing with men. Who are at this time
Recollecting me and my fiery rhyme?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem