My country, our country,
My fatherland, my motherland!
You have become a land of leviathan paucity;
A land pregnant with mammoth agony and grief!

Ah, my fatherland is my fatherland no more,
For the son now bears the pains of an orphan,
Carrying a cross too, too hefty; lifeless yet living.
Am I truly my father's son?

'My father is a giant', they say.
A giant? Oh, I am but bamboozled right now!
What a giant papa is in Dwarfs' clothes!
My country, my ostensible colossus!

Ad infinitum things fall apart and apart
In my country where tears have become bloody.
Looters and pillagers here and there-
Blue collar and white collar crooks everywhere.
My country, our country is but an ambuscade.

Why lift the subsidy without considering the people?
Have the suffering of the people not come to your notice yet?
Many a youth has now embraced delinquency
And, at times, the political trinity sponsors their misdeeds.
My country, our country, are you even listening?


I beseech you, my country, our country;
I implore you, my fatherland, my our motherland.
Cadvers are mounting and dearth ubiquitous;
Inflation far and wide thanks to you,
Our pressing issue, it appears, is being ghosted by you.

My country, our country
My fatherland, my motherland!
You have become a land of leviathan paucity;
A land pregnant with mammoth agony and grief!
Be, in all honesty, democratic, I beseech you,
For in and you today, I am but a living corpse!