Is going
With the chariot on which the piles of human memories
Toward eternity with various passengers
Quiet and deep thinking
Some travelers rained on them fire rocks
Curse of nations
Caress some travelers
The salutation of posterity with breeze
Wise has smile of satisfaction on this trip
In the hands of some was the olive leaf
Those who love their nation
Some of them closed their eyes
Consent and kindness
Scientists and inventors
And finally the oppressors of history
With chain of anger and cursed of nations
Running behind chariot
Cursed and cursed
The Curse of mothers who mourn for their children in wars
Curse of orphan children who were suffering
They were not in chariot
Following behind this and went toward eternity
with shame