1. O spirit of the statue of the martyred leader
You have stirred noble sorrows in my heart

2. And presented to my soul an image of eternity
Though eyes may be blind to your brilliance

3. You were kind to your people, yet they did not
Welcome you except with pathetic loyalty

4. So forgive those whose pact disowned you
The ungrateful know not the beautiful face

5. I was imprisoned for ages in sorrow
So forgive if your helper grows weary

6. My people are all prisoners, none are free
Can the jailed expect aid from the captive?