All that withers in autumn and dies in winter,
Comes to life again when spring unfolds;
Not all those who get slain are lost;
Not all forests that are set ablaze go extinct;
The Chinar that is mighty does not fall;
Deep roots are never touched by the frost;
From the ashes a blazing fire shall appear;
A light from the pall of darkness shall spring;
The fiercest resistance shall be born;
That was broken by the ruthless persecution!
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything of the world dies in the womb of time and comes to life in the womb of time respectively