Speak

Speak that your lips are free!
Speak! Your tongue is yours till date!
Delicate your body is yours,
Still yours is your soul!
      Behold! In the blacksmith's shop:
      Red is iron, fiery embers;
      Getting opened are locks skirts,
      Spreading are chain's skirts.
Speak: This little time is sufficient-
Before the death of body and tongue.
Say! That truth survives till date!
Speak, whatever you have to, speak!
                                                      -Faiz Ahmed Faiz.