No, don't expect anything, everything will be broken down
Do not complain any6 time, your suffering s will increase
Your anguish and annoyance will rise endlessly
Until they touch the sky
Do not get so confirm in your journey, will not know
When and where anybody will be waiting
Those who read the declaration, they've all forgot
It is the time forgetfulness-order, manners, senses, martyrs memorial
All are sheer formalities-tell me whoever recollects those
Better let's take a organ and sing that memorable song—
‘I sit waiting holding everything with me, expecting disaster- '
You remain static like a cold-striken person.
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman.
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