I can go in war this very day br with those who are against hunger, br who are against death br and who take arms against the invaders. br br The boars are now destroying all crops of life br entering into the fields of civilization; br The jackals are devouring all corpses of our kith and kin br digging the graves; br The vultures are singing the rotten withered song of democracy br clutching the map of our heart; br Leaving my home for ever, I can go away with those br who are against these boars, br against these jackals and these vultures br and who draw irritated hands against their aggressive hands. br My heart cries now saying war war. br Saying war war, my heart bursts into anger br like an atom bomb. br br Life is nothing but war, br and warlessness means mere death. br That is the most beautiful river, o Man, br whose course is serpentine.