Long Live, Chera
You made the flame fluttering on
The fag end of breath live
By pouring your blood
You built the song
The path of the people
By melting the vital airs
From the navel to the larynx
From the strain to the stillness
You took for you song the sword, which cut the ulcer
You flaunted the song like a sword in the battle
You are the warrior who hurled at death
All the weapons without exception
Even when defeat became decisive
You are the current, which rampaged into history
When the shores of birth and death came closer
Lacerated all over,
Death is still lamenting your scornfulness
While licking the wounds you inflicted
The decadent set up
Is eating the dust
Finding you grow many times over
In our consciousness
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July 1983