When true leaders arise in a people,
They build steps and forge roads,
They carry tough loads on their backs, and scale high peaks,
They write off fear and see green dreams for their people,
They create an awful urge in them to touch the stars -
The stars that blaze to clear the black skies,
They throw off the collars, break the shackles and erase...
...the brand of slavery,
These Mujahids sacrifice their lives,
To bring cheer on the gloomy faces,
They are full of wrath for tyrants,
They always strive to crush their pride and break their arm,
They speak sober words to weak and oppressed,
They plant in their heart's soil seeds of hope,
The sweet roses adorn their loved angel faces,
When their coffins are carried on shoulders,
Through the roads where they once used to play.
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem
Good one Sir. Leaders are born. Managers are trained. When managers think they are leaders then we have a problem. And vice versa.