To be a poet — is the same

As when by truth of life

You scar your own tender flesh,

And with the blood of feelings

Caress the souls of others.

To be a poet — to sing freedom,

As you know it best

The song of night gale doesn't hurt him -

His song is always the same.

Canary mimicking someone's voice -

Pitiful and silly bauble

World needs real songs — so sing like only you can

Even if you sound like a frog.

Mohammed has overdone it in Quran

When he forbade strong drink

That is why the poet will not stop

Drinking wine before he goes to the torture

And when a poet goes to his lover,

And finds her lying with another

He, kept by life-sustaining liquid,

Won't send a knife into her heart.

But, burning up with jealous recklessness,

Will whistle on the way back home

"So what, so I will die a vagabond,

On this earth such fate is also known."

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