An Ominous Day

What can I say? How can I write? It's the worst shame for the civilized nation, We must hide our faces, The mighty sun covers himself under the dark clouds, He is greatly ashamed. Oh, what a horrible incident! In the farthest corner she is standing alone-helpless and cruelly oppressed by the ruthless assaulters, Crying bitterly in absolute pain and agony, In this ominous day She has lost her most valuable treasure, She has lost everything; What can I say? What can I write? My soul is bleeding profusely, Still I have to depict, I write about her with my grievous heart and trembling hand, Immediately after it I burst into tears.