1. You are like the occupation, arrogance and pride
You are like the mandate, wonder and loss

2. You are like the emigration they imposed
Your people have no stratagem for it

3. You are more painful to me than the seller of land
You are his excuses he claims

4. You have a face as though it were
A document on the condition it be prestigious

5. And a forehead like a journal when
It could not find a decent, honest writer

6. And talk in which there is common protestation
Every time they groom it, it returns loathsome

7. You have gathered in yourself a gang of calamities
And I see every nation complaining of it