I don’t want to die in this beautiful world
I want to live within mankind
In this sunny flower bloomed place
If I find a place within the living heart
In this world the game of life is ever rhythmic
loneliness and unions are so full of laughter and tears
In mankind’s joy and misery weaving music
If I could persist in an immortal light
If I can’t do that, then how long will I live
Among you I <…>
Because you will lift morning and evening
the pulp of much new music
Take flowers with a smiling face, then
throw the flowers away if they dry out

-Kawsar