Call

Even a dog runs
Listening to a dog’s call;
Listening to a bird’s call,
Even a caged bird flaps its wings;
Only you, o men,
Don’t leave your home
Listening men’s call;
Listening to men’s cry
Your heart doesn’t cry.

You are confined only
To the boundary of your country;
You are circling only
The maze of your religion;
Your eyes don’t see
How the killers kill men,
How the earth is soaked with men’s blood.

Won’t your heart cry for once
For those who are crying on the banks
Of the Congo, the Lualaba, the Amazon,
The Tigris, the Ganges and in Palestine,
Arakan, Uyghur and Kashmir?