oh dear, if you fail to take my love
on a revolutionary springs, in battle field
if you not heir my biting of nerve
not see my eyes tears that is filled.
i know well, your mind that love me
but forsake of nation moving like bee
for great love you ignore little one
through I m helpless, not stronger as thee.
perhaps my eyes will be a river
after battle you will die like red sawn
then my water contain you forever
none but take you form my mine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for sharing your poem, Sultan. I enjoyed it. Peace.