1. Ask the harbor, did it hear this talk,
And relay the yield of the echo as an answer.

2. And the heroes of the guild, how did they spend the night
Tasting humiliation and torment.

3. Is it a sin that we are told we have rights,
Yet their people have seized them as plunder.

4. And justice that every free man
Drinks the hands of the colonists, misery and beating.

5. Lawful for London's son in our Hema
The blood of the son of the two rivers, so no blame.

6. And oppression that we extend a hand to him
And a right that he extends spears to us.

7. The masses of toilers and our gathering
Misfortunes that arithmetic will ascertain.

8. And hatred, if I blamed anyone else for hatred
I have found none but what is well-chosen.

9. Pour fire on the colonists
And the sons of wealth, a molten mass.

10. We inherited fatherhood, and it remains
We will bequeath agony to the sons.

11. And a world where justice does not disappear from it
If it was absent from anything else, it would be missed.

12. For God's sake, tell me which side
You hunt the elite sons from.

13. And who spent the night without protection
Mobilizing its troops for victory and high ground.

14. It glanced at the guild with an eye
That almost caught fire from rage.

15. And provoked those weighed down
With the flames of fire carrying spears.

16. They taste humiliation, every free man
Whose passion for the guild called him, so he answered.

17. And nothing but hammers for weapons
And you have honored belonging to the truth.

18. You have the eternal pride of armies
Triumphing over the small group, surpassing the door.

19. And your advisor protected you from your enemy
And it is enough that you became his foes.

20. His approval is that you raid every house
That contains the toilers, and it has been hit.

21. None is an enemy of it like the toilers are
If a mercenary and partisan appeased it.

22. With chains it strangles the voice of a people
Who mock the pigeons, they have indeed transgressed.

23. Let the horizons overflow with victims
And the wind's hearing be filled with lamenting.

24. Feed us the prisons, and from our blood
Cover the desert or spill the mirage.

25. So other than the brave, your end is coming
For the people have torn down the barrier.

26. And I twisted the tyrants, so it did not hesitate
And with the colonists, it did not repent.

27. The masses of toilers and the great shame
That we accepted humiliation and vile weakness.

28. The misery of a people called you to struggle
Bearing the difficulties of its torment.

29. Take revenge, do not weaken against your enemy
And find requests other than inadequate.

30. And the bright future marched for you, so march
And increase your approach to its life.

31. And deafen in the chests of every tyrant
A heart that used to heed evil.

32. The thirsty from the victims
Almost scream, “Make his blood a drink."

33. The reddened eyes of the virgins watch you
From the shrouds, angry and wrathful.

34. The blood of honors has returned to them yellowness
And returned on the hand of the perpetrator as dye.

35. And the bodies of the tyrants, protect us
From a light we do not want covered.

36. The rays will point from the holes
Of the people's bullets, pouring through them.

37. The future, life, and the enemies are yours
Pickaxes you dig the soil with.

38. So call on the ally, “To you from us
No alliance do we want, nor appointment."