They stretched their eyes vacantly,
It was really a painful sight everywhere,
Nothing was left in the vast land,
Everything was ruined
By the ruthless atrocity.
They were crying bitterly in front of the debris,
But their grievous and pessimistic eyes could not see the miracle,
Which the great poet saw with his optimistic and sensitive eyes.....
It was a beautiful rose rising from the debris with its magnificent petals
And spreading its sweet fragrance everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem