Why do I feel like this,
In this wretched pain, why should I suffer?
Why am I feeling guilty,
For a crime committed by none…?
Why do these silent tears flow,
And sear into my heart?
Why do I feel helpless,
Even though, I am the most powerful woman?
Why does each lavish gift he presents me,
Tear apart my heart?
Why do I feel guilty,
For a crime committed by none?
How I miss my childhood naivety,
And my youthful materialism,
How I miss my self-consciousness,
For now I realize, I am above all this…
Why does each smile that bleeds,
Or each tear that stings,
In my nation, leave me broken-hearted,
Weak and vulnerable?
Why does every banquet leave me hungry?
Every beautiful gown leave me naked?
Why can’t I be indifferent?
Why should I bear the sins of my nation?
Why should I carry this burden?
Why do I dream of a Utopia?
Why can’t I come to believe that,
Poverty, hunger, inequality are omnipresent.
They will prevail…
Never have I seen a nation without a poor,
Never have I seen a nation without a hungry child,
Never have I seen a nation where equality is put in practice,
Utopia is for dreams,
for in reality inequality is essential for existence…
Why am I the Queen?
Why should I bear the punishment?
Why should I feel guilty,
To look into the eyes of the beggar as I pass by him in my carriage?
Why am I the Queen?
Why am I concerned?
Why am I suffering…?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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