If they're Palestinians or Yemenis, or Kurds
Or be them the Kashmiris or Africans so what...
Iraqis and Afghanis too have the same hearts
They aren't threatening threads; they lie undone
They've been unhomed, unidentified since eras
Unhomed is every oppressed; unset is his art
Let's not rationalize the wreckage to any root
Let's for life's sake earthen the unbiased order.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem