He came from a misery land
Walking on the  boulevards of the west 
Loved one and another mother countries 
No more expectation finally 
In an immortal twilight 
Assumed himself a world citizen 
Useless, nameless, powerless 
A self-contradiction 
A nation lost its destiny 
Cannot endow the destiny to its descendents
Created one’s own idol 
Built around the shrines 
Tired of the worship afterwards
Spent all the courage 
Returned to face the same ethnic sort 
And developed his own soul 
Where are you from? 
For ever changed the homeland into infinity
For ever worshiped the gods of aliens
For ever kowtowed to the expelled ancestors
You paid it
There is no faith in temple
No passion in metropolis
No curiosity in the same race
The speculator of thoughts 
Would bear the depression 
And forward with a purpose
If the earth can be reversed 
The humiliation will be liberated in operations
A rope
Tangled in his perfect neck
The final suspect
 Is an ultimate miracle                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    