Trade Of Testimony!

What the hell am I doing, for whom I'm writing?

Why am I scaring myself by crying, laughing?

Neither am I familiar with him nor he is with me

Why this anonymous letter am I still reading?

Climbing the mountains had always been my hobby

In the battlefield of love, why am I descending

Why is the reach of these enemies so far?

With whom my heart I am entrusting!

He is alive in my heart even when he died

And now at his memorial why am I dying

Thanklessness is the habit of this nation

For whom day and night I am working

Here is a price fixed to open the lips

(To speak the truth)

Where for testimony, I'm fighting