The December the Blood-Snow drops down

At the night of the December so cool,

The peoples’ celebrating “Happy New Year”

I whose Freedom and Land have been lost,

Didn’t wish to take part in it;

I didn’t wish to feel happy

Under the word “Happy”.

It’s a really enjoyable one for other people,

Yet not for me, and all Arakanese as well.

For our Grand Parents, Great Grand Parents

And Great Great Grand Parents’ Blood dropping down

Along the Rakhaing Roma Mountain

And in the whole my Father Land, Arakan Kingdom

In this month, cool December.

Ohh! December, December,December!

In this month our Arakanese’s blood

Dropped down onto the Earth together with snow.

Our Arakanese sacrificed their lives;

All our heritages were destroyed by Burmese

In this so cool December.

Despite it’s been for over Two Hundred Years

For losing our Kingdom, our Freedom;

For our Arakanese’s blood falling down;

For Our heritage being destroyed,

I and all Arakanese can’t disappear in their mind

What happened in the past time.

Ohh! December, December, December!

How I (and all Arakanese) can forget

The 31st Day of December!

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31-12-2009

8:37 pm

(For unforgetable day of 31st December when our Kingdom was invaded by Burmese King, all classes of Arakanese were killed, and all our Heratages were destroyed)