Naked I stand in the chilling wind
Alone
like the letter A
and I do not bow
I mutiny against all the idols
and I do not bow
I emerge from one raging fire and enter another one
and I do not bow
I believe in the meeting of opposites
and I do not bow
I mingle with ashes
and I do not bow
except to you
Translated by: harif Elmusa and Charles Doria
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Glory to be Allah Never ever bow nice thanks a lot Qassim keep on writing