New Map in the Sky

Towards the end of March, the weather here changes considerably

There is no snow, the cool air of the sun-shade shakes us 

The return of youth can be seen in the lonely thin trees at the end of the road

The flowers bloom, wait for the green to match the bud

The whole city, the country, the world enjoy  cherry festival

As soon as I sit by the window, the sound of mixed melody floats in the air

 In that time, I run In the tug of memory and fall into the depths of the soul. 

We were wrapped in a blanket in the warmth of winter

Like a newborn rat

How much recollections, loves, joys and sorrows are shared

The sunny, excellent intoxication of March used to bring amazement to us 

The day space cried at the explosion of the comet, 

In a meteor storm, you ran home

I said, no fear, no fear

I swallowed the fear right after my birth

I have survived for so long by fulfilling the dictatorial father's attitude

Fighting day and night,

I have pushed misery in the face of capitalist society.

What is fear?

I am a free bird living above fear

Who grew out of sight of the human community,

Also has life, has a retention

Yet she cannot hear the song of the cuckoos, Can't touch the water

Can't throw up wetland

She can't talk about freedom by holding the sun in the depths of the heart

I remember Grandma used to say, 

Who doesn't listen to songs, doesn't understand poetry

That person can't declare rebellion to quell the storm

The tidal wave of the coup must bring that person to his/her knees

He, who doesn't know how to fight, remains hungry to death

Who doesn't know how to spread resentment,

Can he feel the warmth radiating in the midday sun?

You know, I'm not a special one or a celebrity 

My life is still flowing

The sound of rushing water or the arrival of insects,

It doesn't make me happy

I see life sitting on the top of a distant mountain

Not to mention that I am very mature in judicial- analysis

I want to do something exceptional! 

Maybe one day, I will pick up a handful of flowers in the morning

I will mix oil and water and return the perfume, And Will put it on the ground again

I'll show you how love blossoms thin leaves.

How much do I hold in my chest

The cool breeze, the sunny sky, the wailing of the beloved soil

Arshi Nagar wrapped in a sheet of fog; 

Where my father is laid to rest 

How much chase back every day

I'm moving in the same circle

And you're moving too 

What a nuisance!

On the way, I looked at my own feet and feel unbearable

It burns like a fast-moving lightning

Wishing to throw a cursed breath into the air.

Leaving the roar, I spread a handful of resentment on the ground

May all be burnt to ashes in that rebellion

Listen to me- 

One day I will stand like a mountain peak 

And will scratch a new map in the sky with nails!