Father, you were the great hero
You were protective of my life,
Cover from the danger
You were behind reason of my polite
Father, the day I lost you
My heart suffered great desperation
I didn't forget your words
No cry no shouting because
The words shows me that
Every one will die
Father, I miss you
I miss stories you used tell me
I miss your surprise gift.
I miss your merciful eyes.
I miss your warm hands
I miss the way you hold me
Under your coat to keep me warm
Father, I learn uncles and cousins and
Aunts who likes me from their eyes
Who never allowed me to feel lonely?
You didn't leave behind for me a material world
But you left behind expansive heredity
You left behind lovely family.
Father I work hard every day to
Keep higher my heredity
And my lovely country
Where ever I go I promise to myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you work hard! - such aheart beat of energy in every line, Sahra!