Cow Poem by Ahmed Fouad Negm

All the sobbing weepers wept
At the fate of the fighting cow
And that cow is milch; she exudes a gallon's milk
But she is robbed; by the members of her own house
And the house has its owners and eleven doors
And underground tunnels and a sea of wolves
The ogres of the house stand by day
But on a known set date; the Romans did the deed
They pushed the locks; the guards fled
The outsiders came and sucked the milk
And the cow yells and screams 'O My Children'
But the children of shame, were fast asleep
The cow was oppressed, by oppression, overwhelmed
She fell into the well; the bystanders asked
'Well, why did she fall? '
She fell from fear
'From where does this fear come? '
It comes from blindness
She fell because of hunger and because of idleness
That dark fighting cow
The crying tunes of the weeper wept
At the fate of the fighting cow

Translated by:Walaa Quisay