Kral Fakir (Servant King Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | Yaralardan Yangın Doğar

“Burn my books, and go lift the world! Let me live in your blood, not in books. Yak benim her kitabımı, ve git – insanlara yardım et! Kitaplarda değil, kanında tut beni.”

“Kral Fakir (Servant King Sonnet)

İnsanı seven herkes resul,
Yardım eden herkes kraldır.
Bencil servet hayvanlara mübarek,
İnsan ben, kimliğim kral fakir.

Every human who loves a human is apostle,
Every human who helps a human is king.
Animals may feast on selfish luxury,
As for me, I am a servant king.

King is the servant,
Servant is king.
Being is the harvest,
Harvest is the being.

Life lived for self is goods,
Life lived for others is gift.
Time spent on self is product,
Time spent on others is present.

You can spend thousands on the shallow,
Still it won’t be enough to fill their eyes.
Spend a single wise cent on someone in need,
It’ll fill their heart with new vigor of life.”