Once you think that you are doing this and that
only for me, you are doing me a favor showing
mercy on me; you puff your heart with a great
pride of a great sacrifice, what will surely explode
in the empty air someday and will sever all ties.
Once you hunch to carry such a huge load
you will suffer like a poor hunchback
and you will then sit on your haunches in a hard ground
to shed all your heavy sighs down into many silent dust particles.
And if you slump down under the cotton heavy burden
you will hymn a song of a martyr so proudly fallen.
Tell you not to do anything only for me
if you never do such things for you too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem