Retrogression the policy, swords flame blood-
At the dimness of the night,
They were plagued by sorrows and misery-
Crops were scattered everywhere,
Blood was saturating all of the roads,
And becomes the name of all the passages-
In the battles of combat and greed, martyrs
But your avocations tyrants, slay and shed blood,
Implausible, your youth are termination in the swords of tyrants
Eyes shed their tears for your departures,
In a white fabric, your memorize are gone-
But vengeance and odiousness still in the depth of our hearts forever,
Water can’t  wipe away our tears,
Nor wounds heal up, within a day dear-
But fate has chosen for you to be orphan