1. Your childhood delights me,
And your hardship makes my tears flow,

2. In the bosoms of my people,
I die when your track touches me,

3. If I wronged you in my life,
Your danger would be grave to them,

4. Oh my sorrow for a nation,
Whose journey to it is long for you,

5. And if you perish, then God,
Not people, is my solace for you.