Namrud, God of the world
Changes just face and name,
Lasts till the last time,
Plays gamble with the lives of the mankind.
Great whimsical and stubborn child
Takes their breath away,
Enjoys their suffocating,
Keeps one alive and another dead.
He possesses all powers,
Exists everywhere,
Does what He wants.
He never dies,
Just accepts another appearance.
He is a big baby.
The people are His dolls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem