Tartary Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Tartary

Neither ask, nor order,
Hear me: "Go to hell! "

I come of place, where
Is unknown to Europe,
But, divided to names.

Will prove you worthless
Since to me are "Nonsense! "

Me? Bowing? No, never,
I was taught: "Be brave, "
Better dead than slave…

Neither ask, nor order,
Hear me: "Go to hell! "

Willingly go to jail
Happily, accept death
But allow your ear
To hear clear: "I am a
Tartary and remain! ! ! "

Do you know what it means?
Areas of unseen
To brutal bombers and liars!

Neither ask, nor order,
Hear me: "Go to hell! "

Even if I am dead
Turned to dust and ashes
I will be phoenix and
Will hatch in the flames!

You made fun, ate my guts
To force me to believe:
"Old nations are nothing! "

Will revive Gulistan
To remain Tartary…