Those who died helplessly jumping into the gape
of the invading shark are now alive
in the din and bustle of life.
And those who escaped hiding themselves
into the darkness of their cunning
are now mere oblivion,
are now mere broken graveyard surrounded by
dreary emptiness.
Actually those who have learned to detest
the eyes of vultures have the right of living only.
Only those who have learned like pincers to uproot
the poisonous teeth of cobra have the right of love.
Those who know how to show thumb to the carnivorous animals
have the right of life.
Freedom and sovereignty are only for those
who have learned to play with life like chopper and spear
and who have learned to shed one river blood
for flowers and poems,
for men and soil.
Behold, those who were alive are now mere ghosts
having died and got rotten utterly.
But those who sacrificed their lives
in the inflame of love are now reigning
in the realm of life.
Truly, the detestable death of man
lies in his foolish living;
life is only in war and death.