message for my sisters Bol ke lab azad hain tere (translation of poem) Speak, for your two lips are free; Speak, your tongue is still your own; This straight body still is yours Speak, your life is still your own. See how in the blacksmith’s forge lilames leap high and steel glows red, lévery chain's embrace outspread 'l‘ime enough is this brief hour Until body and tongue lie dead; Speak, for truth is living yet Speak whatever must be said.
