Give storm;
I will raise beautiful buildings
On its devastation.
Give me desert;
I will make an eye-cooled oasis
W
Within it.
Only don’t give any flower-offerings;
I will be lost then like Eurydice
Into bottomless darkness.
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I can sacrifice all,
I can give freeMy sky and my country;I can jump into fire(I am no liar)My Love, my peace,For your one kiss.
Sweet spring.
Bees dance.Fragranceso dearin air.All say:‘Sayeed Day! ‘
I cultivated roses in my garden;
But when the flowers heard your name,they all fell off in shame like dead leaves.Now there are only thorns for you.I cultivated birds in my forest;I thought I would make you hear their songs.But when they heard your name,they all fell down dead in sorrow.Now there is only hatred for you.
[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the cool headed killer of the Rohingya people in Arakan]
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