Come, O' Ruined Souls Of The Soil, Come. Poem by Mohammad Younus

Come, O' ruined souls of the soil, come,
Draw lessons from your history, Look around,
A mirror to help you see your face can be found,
Walk along the Jehlum's long banks, Groaning with...
... bitterest resound,
See, blood flows from Jelum's suffering eyes,
Its tears are dried by flames that arise,
From the smouldering ruins of the civilisation on its banks,
See - the Jehlum is foaming with rage and anger,
Red curls on the lips of each wave.
How mournful these sorrowful waves and their sighs!
The heart of the Jehlum is burning with sorrow and anger,
The river jehlum must regain its green colour,
So each of its child must pray to the great lord,
Shed a drop of your blood from your eyes - not a tear -
when you make a prayer,
The lord will grant the prayer, be sure,
The river enchained shall witness the end of terror,
May screams of Jehlum draw world attention!
May the voice of its oppressed children be heard!

Mykoul