Baraya

Baraya, Baraya,
So said the peasant,
Oh Baraya!
Screamed the dying men.

Sufferings screamed a melody,
The rhythm of it,
ever so ugly,
Baraya, Baraya,
Oh Baraya!

Pain is a blanket,
The madmen would say,
Its end I may reach,
The wise men would pray.

What meaning does it hold,
The scream, barbarian and hoarse?
Baraya, Baraya,
Said the famished,
Oh Baraya!
Prayed the banished.

Meaningless are the screams.
Useless are the prayers,
What is your pity,
To the one of infinite despair?

Baraya, Baraya,
The prayer, the scream,
Oh Baraya!
What does suffering even mean?