Death has became my enermy,
I stand naked,
Tasting the trauma of death,
My eyes sunken in a grief of solitute,
My heart dismantled and scarttered.

Oh my mother!

I mess up
Under a pensive agony,
I languish,lurking into the phenomena of life,
Death has exterminated my whims.
I kicked penetrately,
I sobbed uncontrollably,
Under a secluded hay
Remembering the death of my dear mum.
Death!
Oh my mother!

Contrition twines me like a piece of paper,
I remained venerous
In a drizzles full of melancholic tidings,
Hearken the crying of my siblings.

Oh! my mother,
The cosmus has became heavy for me to take,
With a vague slanderous and
Unforgettable tidings.