I will not fade away, as they say,
Rather, I will be absent for a long time,
I do not return to homeland like a refugee dreams,
It emerged in another place,
And a sheep may come across me in a pasture, and bite me,
And re-ruminate,
Or fall under a miner's pick,
And transport in coal carts to a cauldron,
Burned and sputtered,
And I forget who I am ...
I will not fade, believe me!
The earth will drink me and push me to the springs,
Water the cotton fields,
Women wear me,
And enjoy what I have not enjoyed in my life ...
I will not fade away!
It is not fair to lose worms
Biodegradable meal,
Moving her out of her miserable condition,
To an even more miserable situation.