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Everywhere,

Pastures in the fire of a thirsty tree,

Get scorched, the nightingales

Who perch down, at every dawn and eve

On the branches of that tree

In the realm of pale hands,

Wonders to learn the lore, ‘Booae Booae adaami’

At the sweltering period of the day

Now, it is clearing up the fatigued journeys of a camel-man

In the heart of this wasteland,

Every traveller get a sweet rest under the pure shade of that tree,

With the complaint of sweaty weather,

Get lit up a sun in the eyes of a lantern

And soon enough, the calamity of bloodshed is born

As a catalyst for annihilation

Sammi’s jasmine flower has not been sprouted by the sweet sound of a prayer

And Hannul’s deep dream was not interpreted in the canvas of sobs

Now, my sorceries may not enact, because

Neither there are aches of a burnt firefly nor songs of a nightingale

This poem is an English translation of a poem by Mujib Mujahid

Published in Daily Times, April 17^th 2018.