The Simple Boy

Imagine that one day you are in the evening of winter,

walking down an empty road,

 The cold wind of winter—

 The moment I touch you,

 You cover the body with dirty sheets

 Keep yourself busy.

 Thousands of years have accumulated in the empty path

 The old dust,

 you love winter days

 So the dust of winter to you -

 Country roads smell like dirt.

 You simple boy walk on the empty path

 As if you were the traveler on this path,

 O traveler! Will stand a little?

 Look around you.

 what are you looking at

 Some people sleep with helplessness,

 Their bodies are shivering in the fury of winter,

 However, no one looked back even once!

 Oh poverty, are you still great?

 Then, this simple boy

 Tears in your eyes!

 People on the way will think, you are a dramatist;

 Again my pen says,

 Today maybe the song of victory of humanity will be written.

 My pen was surprised

 The simple boy is back

 To those helpless people,

 That dirty sheet wrapped around him—

 Given to a helpless old man.

 The money you had in savings

 O man-loving simple boy,

 You have given to the rest of the helpless -

 Tears of joy in their eyes

 Live like a banyan tree lives for thousands of years!

 You are the simple boy.

 You are the poet of humanity.