Rupsa Is the Name of a River

O independent State, O civilized life you give my Rupsa back. Her desire, her love ... let me touch once. I have seen the orphaned childhood for a long time, I saw deception and crafty kinship, the penniless, lonely student life. I understood the sex and forbidden nights, the numerous political sins of the wounded society, the hunter is swift as the lightning, what is called, the clever crime. I saw the misery of exploited and failed women. I have been carrying, the distorted dead body of the firm truth for a time. I'm almost exhausted, almost zero. It seems, at last a person likes to go back to where he starts life. O Goddess, return the childhood of my father, who prematurely died. Give me the unseen village back and the beautiful Rupsa which flows beside.