~Krishna Prasai~
If you desire, you can buy the foreign lands,
If you think it necessary, you can abandon your motherland.
But in the name of our property
That you have thought to be worthless
We still have some baskets and bowls
And some old straw mats woven last winter.
And anything we call ours,
We have a sky,
Beneath which some mountains,
Some valleys and some hillocks of earth.
What to talk of threshing machines,
Basket ropes and huts ?
We cannot sell even the tattered trousers
And our caps with holes.
We cannot abandon our passes, the snowy mountains
And the deities of marshes and fields.
When you think of love,
We love these things,
And we feel it important
In the sense that our poverty has embraced
The soil of this very land.
All right,
Let’s stop talking about things within the land,
We’ll talk about it some other day.
Now the time for election is coming closer,
Now is the time to ask for casting votes.
How strange you could be,
How could you be lost for so many days?
Hello, where are you right now?
(Translated by : Dr. Tara Nath Sharma)
(Source : Ejamana.com )
