bonn’e gal’mit Shaster hund daryaav
heyrr’e kre’hinis asmaanas na gasaan graav
manz kani girdas pyeth bihith
Lall’e Ded wadaan, ‘Magar, Battan gov na khaak’
Mansur Hallaj chakaan naar, ‘Hum kya chahte, azaadi’
Below, a river of molten Iron
Above, an indifferent black sky
In the middle
afloat on a loaf of bread
Lal Ded cries, ‘But, what about Kashmiri Pandits?’
Masoor Hallaj again breathes fire, ‘ What we want, Freedom!’
in bits and pieces
