كان يظن نفسه قائداً لليل … يحوم فوق رؤوس الناس ويخطف في الظل

He thought of himself as the leader of the night…
It hovers above people's heads and snatches things in the dark.
Until he fell upon a thorn of truth.
His skin dried up, and his illusions rotted.
And here is today… a lesson written on a cactus leaf
It reminds us that those who are accustomed to flying without principle
It will end up hanging, worthless.

This is not just a dead bat,
Rather, it is a mirror image of the condition of many fallen people.
Those who lived their lives fluttering in darkness
They spread lies and thrive on discord.
They consider flying low over people's heads to be an act of heroism!!
They were hiding behind corners,
They strike from behind screens.
They call betrayal "cunning".