The lamp of which lights only in palaces, <br />That that gives happiness only to a few people, <br />That that flourishes under the shadow of considerations, <br /> <br />That constitution, that light-less dawn, <br /> <br />I don’t recognise, I don’t recognise. <br /> <br />I too, am not afraid of gallows, <br />I, too, am Mansûr, tell the enemies. <br />Why do you scare me with the walls of prison? <br /> <br /> To the talk of intimidation, to the night of benightedness, <br /> I don’t recognise, I don’t recognise. <br />You say, flowers are blooming on the plants, <br />You say, wine is available to the drinkers, <br />You say, wounds of hearts have started healing, <br /> <br /> To this stark lie, to this robbing of minds, <br /> I don’t recognise, I don’t recognise. <br />You have robbed our peacefulness for centuries, <br />Now we will not be prey of your charms. <br />How could I say, you are a soother? <br /> <br /> You are not a soother, even if one says you so, <br /> I don’t recognise, I don’t recognise. <br /> <br /> <br />(Translated from the Urdu by: Arjumand Ara)<br /><br />Habib Jalib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-constitution-2/
