Oppressing time
shake the trunk
of the tree of doom
toward yourself.
You will cause pain
and grief
to fall.
You chase us
with your fates
that are destined for us!
Grief upon grief....
I bore the burdens
of your oppression,
The Poor's hunger
and jeers,
The women's wailing and tears,
the innocents' grief and fears,
chants.
A thousand martyrs died within me
On the Bairam's eve.