Why are your eyes drowned in tears, my child?
How horrid of them to bemalways after you...
...for nothing!
Is it because you have stained...
...your handscand clothes with blood...
...while wiping the fresh, undried blood...
...on the face of your brother?
Is that why they call you a rebel child?
O, fie! Would they dare to call...
...the red moon a rebel!
As its face glows with...
...the reflectionsof human blood?
For every little action of resistance...
...they blame you, my child,
They find fault with you for nothing,
You shrieked and tore your clothes...
...when you saw the funeral procession,
Is that why they call you a rebel?
O, fie! What would they call...
...dolphins or sea lions that mourn their dead?
Mind not what they say to you, my child,
They make a long charge sheet...
...of your misdeeds,
Everybody knows how sweetly you love;
Is that why they call you a rebel?
O, fie! What then would they call us...
...who love you and call you 'our sweet child.'
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem
To love is to rebel and vice versa. A well composed poem that provides a different perspective. Good use of metaphor. Full rating