A wild, forest river dancing in the wind, in a painful waterfall, in the mountains;

What are you watching! It’s a childish game of death!

Come back, for giving one’s life is not something that humans can easily watch. ه

This waterfall and river with the sound of motherly voice. بلند

The children have become wild. They dance in the wind; with tall trees.

The forest mourns, pulling the dried up roots; pull the roots. تو

Pull the rope, pull the rope. Oh mothers, a dead child because of you. کشید

“The bloody savage sword is sharper; it will bring you down.” کرد

He will greet death with a smile and introduce himself to you.

Did.