Shall I pluck the moon like a flower?
And place it in my bed room?
I do not want the gold and silver
I will not surrender to the fame!
My songs add wings to my thoughts
Songs are not for burning the days!
Let my songs spread on all the sides
Let the fine words be in my hands!
Let the songs be the best in the world
Ropes and chains will not tie me!
I won’t care about those who failed
Let my themes be deep like the sea!
Let me not leave my joy to comfort
A paper flower will not bear fruit!
Let my songs be natural like the crest
Let me not shed tears like the cloud!
Let my songs be the sweetest in heaven
Let not the desires disturb my sleep!
Let writing songs be my profession
Let my whole life be without grief!
Let my songs be banned even by courts
Let the farmers sing it with happiness!
Let me live near the rivers and lakes
Let my songs be without confusions!