Congratulation

Do not worry dear,
I will make a system
That the Army will march past
With roses on their shoulders,
No guns but roses will salute you,
They will salute you, my dear.

Do not be scared
I will bring a system
That they will load violins not mortars;
And those tanks will rest at your door after
The end of the long war;
It will be passing through woods, leaving behind the battle filed, and tearing through pointy barricades, close to borders,
And they will salute you my dear.

Do not be upset dear
I will build a system
That B52 and Mig21 will be howling in the sky; but candies, chocolates, toffees will glide down on the earth As if paratroopers down on your yards, dear.

Do not get scared.
I will bring such a system,
That a poet can command the Navy at the Bay of Bengal;
And a lover will win all of the popular votes in general election, dear.
All conflicts will vanish,
I will bring such a system,
That a singer will be the best leader of a political party,
And our homeland will be guarded by moths of many colors- red, blue, and golden.
Only love can cross the borders no visa required.

Do not be scared.
I will bring such a system
That will turn inflation to deflation,
And poetry will produce more values of Art than Economics.

Do not worry dear.
I will bring such a system
That a killer will be afraid seeing love of people,
And he will lose power to commit crime.
Do not worry, dear
I will bring such a system
That the spring will sit on cold benches
In the park of winter where comrades appear in warm suit
While playing accordion in the city.

Do not worry dear.
I will bring such a system
That you can change a pink rose and get half a million dollar
From any federal bank, and a white belly flower can buy at least four cardigans.

Do not worry,
I will bring such a system
That you will be surrounded by soldiers of love And they will salute you all day long.

Poet: Shahid Quadri (Tomake Ovivadon Priyotoma)
Translator: Mohammad Nasirullah