Omaggio di Maria T. Liuzzo ( LE MUSE ) al poeta bengalese Sadiqur Rahman Rumen
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Don't make the poet sad
Md Sadiqur Rahman Rumen - Bangladesh
Don't make the poet sad!
If the poet cries, the flowers will not bloom,
the moon will not rise to the sky!
Don't make the poet sad!
If the poet is sad, the birds will stop not singing.
All the flowers will fall and the flower garden will be empty.
Don't make the poet sad, if you make him sad,
the leaves of the tree will fall,
there will be no freshness in the world.
Don't make the poet sad,
if he makes him sad there will be no love.
The rains will cease and eternal thirst will appear on Earth.
Don't make the poet sad.
If you make him sad, the stars from the sky will fall,
all the mountain springs will stop!
Do not make the poet sad, if you make him sad,
the flute will not play, the laughter will cease with the crying.
Do not make the poet sad,
if you make him sad you will not find happiness,
all the rivers will die and the world will become a desert.
Don't make the poet sad,
if the poet gets sad and says oh oops,
all the honey in the hive will turn into poison.
Don't make the poet sad, if the poet cries when he is sad,
All the lights will go out and the sun and moon will be eclipsed.
Don't make the poet sad,
if you make him sad, the world will suffer a great loss.
All butterflies will die in storms.
Don't make the poet sad,
if you make him sad, the snake will release his poisonous breath.
People will feel disappointed and lose faith in people.
Don't make the poet sad,
if the poet is sad, the boat will drown in the middle river,
Why do you want to bring destruction to the world with pain?
Isolation (Lockdown)
Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen. Bangladesh
I have kept the window closed and the door must be opened;
Opening the door now brings fear,
doubt and fear of epidemic infection.
As soon as I opened the door,
I saw outside a cruel festival of riots and beatings.
As soon as I opened the door,
I heard the rat and cat running.
As soon as I opened the door,
I saw the arrogance and bravado of cunning and power.
As soon as I opened the door,
I heard school councils, group conversations,
yelling, fighting, confrontations.
When I opened the door,
I saw the fear of people helpless in the face of danger.
As soon as I open the door,
I see clouds and lightning.
As soon as I open the door, I meet the enemy.
As soon as I opened the door,
I saw the pain and tears at the loss of honor and dignity.
When I opened the door,
I saw the street vendor's face,
his eyes fixed on the pages of the newspaper.
There is no good news, so much bad news.
No one is at peace, everyone is restless.
When I opened the door I saw firearms.
As in a solar eclipse, the sun has blended with the darkness.
Now the chest shakes when you open the door.
Now I sit in the room after closing the door.
