Bloodshed and tears are my homeland's fate,
Sisters carnally abused, brothers fallen and old mothers await.
Their pain of heart is just a hum,
For the ears of our oppressor, and the eyes of our irresponsible Goddess.
Aabo, the love of my life, possesses the heart so bright,
Yet she faces adversities throughout the day, and weeps through endless nights.
Her smile is my fleeting...