Look at your water-like heart, fiery with blood,
Flowing with blood, withering away this time.
Its enemies connect to arbitrary values of time,
Look at the earth and fire, of this life and call.
It is your heart, your precious heart that men
Can hear from afar, from the bells and the cells.
You too must see further than the illustrious light,
Your heart bleeds every hour, every shaken cry.
It is my title of musical talent, it is my essence,
It is my existence, that is the enthralling kind.
My wonders never behold a watered river,
For the rivers of a world such as this one can never hear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Naveed, such a heartwarming write👍👍👍