He is not adamant though sometimes gets angry,
The word fear can't breathe and is dead,
In his dictionary,
Simplicity is his creed.
He keeps doing,
Whatever he is good at,
With optimism and generosity like a friendly King,
Not to be defeated easily, not now, not yet.
Like Frost he shall glow among the immortal changers,
A wilaya, destined to shine in the middle of dangers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem