It seems —
Chains of ages
will unbound surely, today!
The flames of smoke clouds
Oscillating, will girdle the blue in arms!
The arrogant
Poisonous-riverbed will burn,
Each neglected will roar horribly
on the tumultuous combat land!
Castles of suppression
Like spread flour-powder on path
will destroy and disappear
amidst oscillating storms of struggles!
It is believed —
That the unbound era-bird is flying fast,
breaking the old tattered trap!
Now, ember of truth will burn,
for which
the conscious world
of the suffering and neglected
is wistful still!
Put off mourning,
Pain lacks sharpness,
The new ray gleams
piercing the illusion!
