What A Catastrophe!
My body, my heart are frozen;
The dense mist hangs low...
...o'er the mountains, the hills, and the woods;
The heavy clouds have palled on them;
The face of the sun is shrouded...
With the heavy black clouds;
The heaven has veiled its smiling face;
Wherever I cast my glance,
I fail to see anything;
Dim! Dark! Funereal!
Perhaps the sun can't endure...
...to see gloom on the earth...
Destruction! Devastation! Desolation!
The singing birds dosing in their nests;
The echoing sound of the singing birds not to be heard;
The birds observing the Silence fasting;
The doves, pigeons, thrush, swallow...
...in cages silent, tight lipped!
The orators, poets, sages, scholars, leaders...
...all have swallowed their tongues;
Since long they have abandoned casting pearls;
Blooming blossoms have waned and withered;
How can breeze carry fragrance on its wings!
What a calamity! What a catastrophe!
No day! No night!
No sunshine! No cool shade!
Blind day! Dark day!
Perhaps, the Last day!
My soul sinks down like the frightened dove!
It seems to be the day of judgment,
Perhaps, the time is passing its final judgement
For our insensitiveness and lack of national pride.