Arise, O compatriots,
Let us not but live in the sight of vine-leaves,
Let us slumber the sleep of terror,
Let us beam a light of success on eachother;
Let us not but stretch our ten-finger with love,
Let us be in love by the running stream,
Let them not mock our resources,
With their unknown nightmares.
Our father's wandering must not be in vain,
Our voices must not be tampered with,
Let us cross our fingers for the best,
For these tribalism is nothing but discrimination.
Let us be with heritage of liberation,
For the love of eachother is a pitch of salt,
We cannot but live with trust,
For the trust Abraham had in God.
Let us hook our threads,
Let us join our ten-bullet together,
For these hatred is unfair;
Then we will be called freedom,
Like a waving flag.
Let us do it!
Let us be with heritage of liberation, For the love of eachother is a pitch of salt, We cannot but live with trust, For the trust Abraham had in God Beautiful lines, you have painted your emotions very well in the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Bard Ahmed, I really appreciate your comment.