May Dear Motherland
My dear motherland!
While I am looking at you,
I cannot see your green lawn
Because it became red
With your people's blood.
Your love flowers are faded
Because eagerness for oil drank the rain of happiness
From your ground.
Your playgrounds are slaughterhouse, now
And your theatre are changed to stage,
For your leader's tricky speeches.
Your child who was going to school, yesterday
Now is sleeping in a sea of blood.
The sound of your music has gone
And the harmful sound of bombs is everywhere.
My nest!
Even though I am not in your maternal breast,
I still love you
And I am proud of you,
Of your name,
Of your people,
And of your dry ground.
I am burning for you,
Like a butterfly around the prop
Because you are mine,
And I am yours
