When do I say don't ask for justice?
Or, for your rights, do not fight?
But recoginze the enemy
And don't sever your own limbs
Do not dishonor your wings
In this unnecessary flight
Against sorrows we have to fight
Against poverty we have to fight
Those who exploit with the pretext of protection,
We have to fight against them
I offer my life on the edge of your sword
Who can refuse its importance?
Take care of it, keep it well burnished
Keeps its edge well honed
In the darkness writing light
Keep it like a blaze for fire
There are times when
The sword alone is a scribe
Yet why walk the distance already walked
The road ahead is sufficiently heavy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem