"The grief of losing the near ones, is how much painful, which more than me, who knows better? Modi you tell me, tell me Qader, you tell me. The damage of breaking monitor in metrorail, the deep pain of losing power, I will raise fear by killing more people, but now anymore I can't hold the way... The royal palace have been missed from my hand, how much scream has been piled in by heart, at the pain of losing power, can I laugh anymore? The grief of losing the near ones... The chair of power is elusive today, Who will comfort my pain? In search of peace and hope for power, how much pain accumulates in my heart, The grief of losing the near ones..."