O cruel world-eaters, you do not wash your hands only in the oppression of the world, why do you not take away the fate of the people, why do you give up the heads of the poor, O cruel world-eaters, O the path of oppression of the world,
the soul-burning of the innocents, one day the hands of the imprisoned nations will come to the lap of freedom, your unclean hands are contaminated with the blood of human beings. All oppression and oppression is easy, not a servant of God, nor a shame of yourself , the greedy oppressors, O the path of oppression of the world, the
sun of justice blows one day, shines on the weak, the joy of victory blows the sun of justice, one day, on the last river of this shadow, one day you speak of civilization but set fire to the world, set fire to the world until how long you exercise power, how long do you impose humiliation The cruel world-eaters, O the path of the oppression of the world, O
God, send rain from the cloud of guidance, whose number of those who have lost has become infinite, the infinite of God, from all these oppressions and crimes, where can I go other than before You, I have this complaint, I
am not a servant of God, nor of the shame of yourself, the oppressive world-eaters, O the way of the oppression of the world.
