Not Slave Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

Bearing the heat of fervent sand,
will reach invisibly to the expected sattled port.
Will jump into the profound river, not for fish, but to save a downward paper-
Of an unknown old man.

Will raise up chest as a fearless battler
against the lewd demon; prepared rapper.
Not for the purpose of ensuring any title, only to return a helpless younger 's wife in an intact manner.

Will utter a bunch of phrases incessantly to reach them the ears of strangers,
But only the sake of others can acquire.

Will arouse the loud concussion of dream from the hurdle of heart,
where in my complete absence; will be built his foundation stone for others.

Will put my name in the record of a killer; if the civilization faces a crisis,
raising Sten-gun; will take up thousands to lac lives into fists.

Didn't come to reach the coveted goal; didn't prepare my feet to start the journey of self-gain.

Thus I didn't lay under anyone's sandal as grasses.
Couldn't sell myself to the other's mistress,
daughters, even to the other's attractive sisters-in-law.

It's not that I haven't eagerness to beautiful ladies-
Beauty is the best art to me,
Still in the midnight after dreaming, waking up, whispering to the bolster, 'Will I get such a beautiful lassie? '

I didn't save up anything in my destination for myself; didn't desire,
Because I'm not a slave of self-interest.