Pick up the pen!
Sad people!
Take off the clothes of sadness
O captives of desires!
Don't look away from the facts
Many sobbing and useless desires
Who are lamenting today
That is why you have made a cry slogan
Just tell me!
To dream
Live in them
Tell them evening and morning
No wonder
Pick up the pen!
Take out the facts page
And write down what hunger is
What is this poverty?
If you have the desires of this mortal world
Get that opportunity
So open your eyes!
Definitely write the sorrows of the atmosphere
The pain of the winds
The grief of the daughters' reactions
Write the dreams of the poor
Write down all their torments
Living in this strange and weak world of thought!
You have to write loneliness and separation
And flowers have to write cheeks
Beauty has to be written forever
Hair, lips, these eyes, bracelets
You have to write them perfectly
What a pity for you
The sorrows of love you have made great sorrows
What will you do if the torments of poverty are broken?
So open your eyes before that
Do not dream!
Who are longing for life
Write down their punishment
Pick up the pen!
Sad people!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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