eat bread from wheat that do not reap
and drank the wine that was not squeezed
Pity the nation that makes a fool becomes a hero,
and considers oppression as a gift.
Pity the nation that underestimate the appetite of his dreams while sleeping, while giving up on it when you wake up.
Pity the nation that has never raised his voice
except if it is running on top of the grave,
not to boast except in ruin,
and not rebel except when his neck
was between the sword and the anvil.
Pity the nation that negarawannya wolf,
philosophy sacks of rice,
and the artist and craftsman handyman emulate.
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler
with trumpeter honor but release with insults,
only to welcome another new rulers to trumpet again.
Pity the nation that the sacred witless
counting of the years gone by
and the strength is still in the sling.
Pity the nation that is broken to-split,
and each considers itself as a nation.