Mourning and lamentations cause us to shudder,
The crying is awake, a large man shakes our understanding.
The weather is hazardous tonight, the night shall make us blind,
One laughs and cries at the same time, for it is raining.
A death is expected to enshroud us, a cadaver appears,
One man is taken by another man, cancelling his life.
The weather of the next day is like morning’s tidings,
Health appears for us in full measure, for we are alive.
We are in this war to interblend with the enemy,
Marching and more marching destroys the enemy.
To take our blood, to decimate the entire force of our country
Shall produce many tears and wounds, lamentations are causing us to shudder.
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