The leader cut off my tongue,
When I sang my verse,
That I withoutt call upon authorization,
To songs reiteration,
The leader cut off my hand,
When he saw me,
In my writing -
Had sent songs to every place!
The leader put fetter upon my leg,
While he saw me walk,
Among all the people,
Whith out my hand and tongue,
Soundless!
I repine my shame,
The leader ordered:
To execution me,
Because he passed by,
And I don't shout-
And never leave my place.
By: Ahmad mat'r
Translation by: Basim-Alaoda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bold description of evil. Always worth the highest mark available from me. I only give 10's for poems that speak of things unknown and unseen. Alas! We have seen this and we have known this. Therefore, it gets a 9. God willing, the day will come; when it receives a 10. GW62