Who is the son of the soil?
But he is certainly not
Who is neither glorious
Nor devoted to the mother,
To the mother language,
And also to the motherland.
Certainly not who is living
With his blind eyes, and
Who produces nothing and not
Able to do anything against one
Who is not in favor of his language,
Let me say he is like urine,
That has no value, and is unfit to live,
Being deprived of nectar of the soil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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