O warriors ruled by an unjust law by a man who left his wife and children were still small, his companions, and entered the arena of death for the sake of ideals, which they call the 'purposes'.
O poet who lived as a stranger in his hometown, was recognized among those who recognize it, the only desire to live above the dregs of society and of the remains at the request of the world that only ink and paper.
O prisoners were thrown into darkness because of petty crime that is made like a major crime by those who repay evil with evil, discarded with the wisdom that want to retain the rights in ways that wrong.
And thou, O poor woman, to whom God gave beauty. Youth who are not faithful to look at him and mengekorimu, deceived you, to bear poverty with gold. When you give him, he just left. You're shaking like prey in the claws of impairment and plight.
And you, my friends who are humble, martyrs for the man-made laws. You're sad, and sadness is a result of great inhumanity, of injustice judge, of the cunning of the rich, and of selfishness servant for the sake of his own lust
Do not despair, because in reverse injustices of this world, behind the issue, behind the clouds cloud, beneath the earth, behind all of that there is a power which is nothing but the whole of the Justice, all tenderness, all decency, all love.
You are like a flower that grows in the shadow. Immediate gentle wind will blow and bring bijianmu into the sunlight where they will live a wonderful life.
You like bare trees were low because heavy snow along the winter. Then spring will come put my green foliage and juicy.
The truth will be to rip the veil of tears that hide your smile. My brother, I said welcome to you and I considered the penindasmu contemptible.