Perverse times have come, br I know the mystery of the beloved br crows have begun to hunt hawks, br and sparrows feed on falcons br horses bear the whipping, br while donkeys graze on lush green br no love is lost between relatives, br be they younger or elder uncles br There is no accord between fathers and sons, br Nor any between mothers and daughters br The truthful ones are being pushed about, br the tricksters are seated close by br The front liners have become wretched, br the back benchers sit on carpets br Those in tatters have turned into kings, br the kings have taken to begging br O Bulleh, that which is His command br who can alter His decree.