FAR ACROSS THE FIELDS

The dark and dreadful night of the winter!

The decayed mud-hut far across the fields,
Where life is mute and morose.
The mist awful shakes every soul,
The people’s mind is oppressed.
It’s a tale of repression of the dumb souls!

It’s a final fatal blow to the tender heart.
Look, those wounded and tormented,
Roll in dust with life despised
And stricken with pain and grief,
Tied up, exploited and drenched in blood
The dark and dreadful night of the winter!

A most pitiable out-cry of grief
Arises over the dignity lost.
Poison of disparity permeates all around;
Polluted stand all culture
Every breath is a shiver and the body all a shudder!
The dark and dreadful night of the winter!

The disastrous lightning is crashing
On the poor humanity,
Civilization a synonym of violence and loot —
Devoid of affection all;
Dawn is lost in desolate darkness!
The dark and dreadful night of the winter!