An indestructible pen in the face of injustice
Did you fall asleep on Tuesday? Wake up thunderbolt!
The search for the truth is going on today in the heart of the whale-night!
In the name of trifling tyranny, the brutal blows of oppression,
The dagger of selfishness is shooting poisonous arrows today!
In fact, they are looking for a demonic fortune-teller.
So hit the army of truth again and again!
With this sharp whip of the pen, not the oppressor-hyena,
That's why Shahid is a fearless poet, he doesn't know compromise!
Those who are partyless, servants of truth—they are alone today,
In this blind circle of power written in blood!
Endangered today free voice, Mariaman Insaf,
Rudra wakes up with a heart-wrenching question - who will forgive this?
When you hold the pen, the storm comes, called dark darkness,
Intoxicated with glee, the merchant of injustice laughs!
How much life has fallen from the dust of this mortal -' later,
The word of justice is crying in the chained room!
Deprived as many oppressed people, grief pressed to the chest -
This pen-soldier rushes to find free light!
The valiant man who keeps night watch over the exploited,
He himself is the victim of oppression today, crying eyes full of tears!
Tyranny and that smuggling goes on in the shadow of power,
Blind people live in faith like animals!
They don't learn any lesson even by looking at the pages of history.
Where did Nimrod-Pharaoh lose? Broke their bed!
No one was aware of the fall of the fascists.
New clothes in a new form of absorbent more!
How many executioners wear masks in the crowd,
History changes, the joy of this animal does not end!
Still, people cling to hope, the call of the universe,
Come the far-reaching revolution-day, who broke the chains!
Those who, being sinners themselves, put the blame on others,
The wrath of God will descend on this battlefield of the universe!