Why do you wear that piece of cloth? They ask; 
To us it seems such a difficult task; 
If we had to cover ourselves all day; 
Hiding our beauty from the world, no way; 
That piece of cloth has really no use; 
Following religion is just an excuse; 
That piece of cloth is so not the fashion; 
That piece of cloth is just some oppression.
That piece of cloth, flying with wind; 
That piece of cloth, throwing colors around; 
That piece of cloth, gives me peace of mind; 
That piece of cloth, keeps me safe and sound; 
That piece of cloth is my own choice; 
It is my identity; it gives me a voice; 
That piece of cloth, truly hard to explain; 
That piece of cloth is beyond beautiful; 
It gives me no humiliation or shame; 
That piece of cloth makes my life meaningful; 
That piece of cloth, they say is oppression; 
That piece of cloth is my satisfaction.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    