You may wash your face
With my blood
At least thus,
Let your mask
Which is stuck for long,
Break away
You may drink
My whole blood
At least thus,
Let your inner heart,
Which is dirty with stains,
Be washed clean
My blood may not be enough
To wash all your hands
And clean all your thoughts
Still, take this blood blithely
Shed my blood ruthlessly
If you need it to cool your
Boiling eyes or to make it up
At least thus,
Let the filthy cloud, formed
And getting debased in your eyes,
Be moved away.
By Ismail Meladi
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