Yes, where ever my feet step
There is my country and my homeland
One who did not utter me... and drove me away
From my land... my place and my house
I was deprived of water and medicinal dandruff
And to the stranger cheaply sold me and gave me
He wanted to take away my faith and freedom
He killed and displaced my children and my new generation
He grap my worth... effort and ritualistic
This one, whose name was always on my tongue
I always remember him in my prayers and prayers
He become happy to see my tears
Woe woe to him who is unfaithful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem