1. They marched with the sun, so their determination collapsed,
And the first of them returned to mourn the second.

2. And the fire thief did not stop as usual,
Racing the wind from tavern to tavern.

3. And the curse of the fathers kept following him,
And the earth hides his bright lamp.

4. And the smell of blackness still in prisons,
And in shelters, the suffering of his history.

5. Torches, whenever Al Tafut extinguishes them,
They come back to light the limbs of a human.

6. The age of heroism is gone, and here I am,
I return from the world of the dead in disappointment.

7. I alone was burned! I alone! And how many suns passed
And did not care about my sorrows.

8. I forgave them, I mourned them!
I left them, O Lord, my shrouds!

9. So let the blind shell play its game
For I spat on my chain and my jailer.

10. And it is not upon me when they return in their failure,
And the first of them returns to mourn the second.