Library

(A poem from first volume of Collection by my grandfather; Translated by me)

The Light of my eye, the love of my soul!
What is left and which shall run

People are happy to increase in youth
The assets I had inherited
were doomed by me
whatever was there in the house, all havocked

Until today, the dead are used
Way through the dead youth
But few books in your favor
What is left and which shall run
I also constructed
I even destructed

I had inherited from the ancestors that
I'll finish it now
If wealth was, the shame came with it
It was also a war of disbelief and rebellion
Even the naughty side and was launched
My ancestors were from several milieus

And was there the emulation of the slave

Thanks to all of this slavery

Became their means of destruction
 I had inherited from the ancestors that
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But few books in your favor
What is left and which shall run

Of these days is also a tome from aged days

Stating the affairs of some loved ones

And depicting several pictures of some dear ones too
You will see rage on some faces

Some faces would reflect deep envy,

Some are tormented badly,

Some, you will find agonizing
that some images are displaced
Who are without fault and are spotless too

These images will give you a new determination, a new enthusiasm

Will give you the pleasure of desire

Will show you the path to follow

And guide you at each point

I pray to God that you are able to

Distinguish between the two deeper!