The eternal home of peace awaits me,
As a lion behind the bushes waits in ambush,
One day I must get to that peaceful home,
Wherein tyranny, oppression and occupation,
I can at no time go through again!
I don't want tolinger here on and on -
In this thorny home of pain and no gain,
The breeze will soon blow cool o'er me,
The bright sun shall surely shine o'er me,
Houris shall sing the Rouf in chorus to greet me,
Nothing will go with me, but my love and poetry,
So that I may remind my soul my love and pain,
Can I stay back for some years more?
The fleeting life mocks at me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem