I'm a friend for the victims, a brother for the helpless ... and I'm a butcher for those who do injuctice on the weak

I'm a pot of lentil ... the one who spins the spoon, I'll become theirs

The one who adulterates in food ... he will fall in both worlds

I had walked away turning my face from the world ... but suddenly you came in front of me

Until I kill him ... I won't be able to sleep, and neither will death come to me

Pray as much as you want in the temple today ... because after today your arrogant head will neither be able to rise up or bow down

Life gets longer by hard work, by toiling ... not by calling out a name

If you stay faithful to us then death will stay away from you

With war not only does the surface of the land become red ... even the country's soul becomes wounded

I can talk in a voice louder than yours

This is not wrong ... this is reality