For Nothing -

The front line is the spot

Where one toasts the celestial alcohol in war

Where our honorable stares are stained red

Where the barrels yell

Where numerous painful memories

Downpour from adornments

Where rulers are crushed

Where dawns the day

There is no disgrace like death in war

All for nothing

Nothing at all like the extravagant passing

All for nothing

So valuable to them

All for nothing

So invaluable to all

Distant I see it

My heart longs for it

The spot to end

This unimportant pain

Hence they said:

‘When we are gone

Really we pass on not

Since we will finally breathe'

This will make us content

The front line is the spot

Where one toasts the celestial alcohol in war

Where our honorable stares are stained red

Where the barrels yell

Where numerous painful memories

Downpour from adornments

Where rulers are crushed

All for nothing