Come on my dear smiling heavenly star
and inspire this dull brain to shower songs!
Make my heart weep for the poor near and far
and shake the reigns which against them, do wrongs.
Give me strength to drive off the religious throngs
which preach saintly truths but practise things dire!
On the have-nots they sting with all their prongs
and drag the life of this world through the mire
and see the covid-slain lined up to the pyre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem