Yours is rather a pityful story, oh marshes!
You've been left to the company of frailty and frustration
Sluggishness over shallowness was your sure damnation
Fear, right!! the deep waters have never worked against you and yet you abandoned the fishes for the shrubs
Time watched you dissociate from your true place of origin, your profit and unreservedly yielded to trading
The outlanders that you try to sustain will not hesitate to suck the life out of you even beyond recognition
Water to waterlogged, lifeless
Look, the terrains are invariably glad to see the back of you whereas you can stay on the side and help absorb impurities from the main bodies.
An inconvenience, a wasteland if peradventure you get lucky with the topography
Greater work is your heritage nonetheless blame it on your peacock strutting hands and eyes
Streams of refreshment constantly flow from the south to entertain the dead sea and yet you remain unchanged
The heavy rains are no intervention
Zebulun, it's inspiring how you don't despair, how you've preserved knowledge for generations
Your relentless dedication to contend with advancement
You're meant to prosper in your expeditions abroad, warrior. Yours is the abundance of the seas, the treasures hid in the sand
Well, you're not without hope
You've been left to the company of frailty and frustration
Sluggishness over shallowness was your sure damnation
Fear, right!! the deep waters have never worked against you and yet you abandoned the fishes for the shrubs
Time watched you dissociate from your true place of origin, your profit and unreservedly yielded to trading
The outlanders that you try to sustain will not hesitate to suck the life out of you even beyond recognition
Water to waterlogged, lifeless
Look, the terrains are invariably glad to see the back of you whereas you can stay on the side and help absorb impurities from the main bodies.
An inconvenience, a wasteland if peradventure you get lucky with the topography
Greater work is your heritage nonetheless blame it on your peacock strutting hands and eyes
Streams of refreshment constantly flow from the south to entertain the dead sea and yet you remain unchanged
The heavy rains are no intervention
Zebulun, it's inspiring how you don't despair, how you've preserved knowledge for generations
Your relentless dedication to contend with advancement
You're meant to prosper in your expeditions abroad, warrior. Yours is the abundance of the seas, the treasures hid in the sand
Well, you're not without hope