Message from a Martyr
Fire your bullets -- our hearts are already ablaze
In this land, grief wells up from my distress
Fire your bullets -- you villain -- for I
Won't play at murder or run away
My blood fertilises and refreshes this land
And plants a promising generation that is fully conscious
Limbs grow from seeds of shrapnel
Hands are formed and crowns spring
That bet this land will always be their home --
In every corner they stand their ground
Wherever I am, this land is my passion
Nostalgia is fused with this timeless love
I don't care if there are explosions
I don't mind the annihilating thunder
The literal translation of this poem was made by Joel Mitchell
The final translated version of the poem is by The Poetry Translation Workshop
Notes
This Arabic poem, written in classical metre, was far from easy to translate. If you compare the opening lines of the literal and final versions, you'll see that 'pencils' becomes bullets - the word for 'lead' in Arabic can mean both the lead running through a pencil and a bullet.
'Message from a Martyr' is very typical of many contemporary poems written in Arabic in response to the Palestinian crisis. Although Palestine isn't mentioned in the poem, it's clear that the country and its struggles are its subject.
© Poetry Translation Centre 2004-2012
sheikh Mohiuddin says:
this is real calling of an Kashmir Martyr