What's the need of a war,
between you and me?
I'm not a right combatant
In fighting with you.....
As I dont want to become a slave,
When you stab the flag of victory over me
Nor do I want a cell in your heart
To serve you to be myself as a slave
Here I'm imprisoned by my pains
And I live a life rather than a slave
Nor have I a freedom from my pains
Nor have I time to fight with you
Leaving all my pains aside.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem