Bloodstains on the dusty and gray ruins,
Human corpses with dust and sand on the road,
Young, old, boys, girls, women, men, all kinds.
Where the wail of this wounded nation floats,
All the nations of the earth are silent dull spectators there,
Where speaking of justice and injustice is called a terrorist,
There, this brutal killing is just self-defense in their eyes.
No one wakes up to this barbaric cruelty.
Where every day someone loses someone\'s family,
A family loses its member,
Every day where thousands of children are deprived of their right to live,
There all other nations are busy with their own luxuries.
O sleeping nation,
By opening all the windows out of the stupor
Stand in front of a mirror,
And ask
\"Has all the power been handed over to that barbaric ruthless killer?\"