Where from are you,

For destiny’s sake,All those who want to read,All those who want to see the light,Militants,The girls abducted,Have, have mercy on them!Release them, release them kindly, O Nigerian militants,The little-little schoolchildren,The schoolgirlsAt your mercy and kindness,Wanting to read, wanting to get light,Release them, release them please,o militants!

Light coming and goingAnd you taking the counsel from.Get light and give it to others,Get and give.

The craze for modernity and modern livingAnd the charms of itThat you have no time,Almost no time to look afterThe little sister of yoursExpecting your return,Ever waiting, ever expecting,When will eldest brother return to?Try to love your sister,Your small, but loving sister too,Not only feeling the pleasure of beingIn love with mad, mad, maddening belovedAnd…

How does it keep turning and turningThe highwayWhich but fear I to cross over to,Pass through,Walk onThe highway,Highway.

Kavitaa kavitaa,Kavitaa ke liye.The flight of the poem,What to say about it?The poem poem,For the poem.

In the gipsy heart.