In such a world, so thorny
Where happiness is uncertain
Dragged by sorrows almost all sides

Against the law of lord
We cannot move

Against the fate
We cannot play

With less distinguished
All has moderate ills
Sufferings were truly visible
And nobody can really cure

Children, we are all
To the lord
Whatever crime he passes
Whatever evil he throws on us

Decide and be divine
Divide and be serene