Then you might not write poetry
But if I were you
Then definitely I would leave all comfort and luxury
And involve myself to save the honor of whole nation
Even I would eat grass
Yet I would give to the government extra tax for defense
And wake the nation to force the national leaders
To take the policy: military first.
This is a translation of the poem
<&Lt&Lt Miraculous Poem
by
Abdul Wahab
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Then definitely I would leave all comfort and luxury
And involve myself to save the honor of whole nation
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And wake the nation to force the national leaders
To take the policy: military first.
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