1. To what do I drag the shackles of life
And I must unchain these bonds

2. If my world gifts with the right hand
It seizes the youth’s left hand with the left

3. So do not envy any of its servants
For all of them are in constant loss

4. We came to it against our will
And we leave its oppression forcefully

5. So do not feel safe if the pigeons arrive
Flying upon the waves of the people smoothly

6. A youth whose time calls tenderly
After that there is nothing but breaking down

7. Sometimes the clouds of water surge
And sometimes it faces recession

8. The living did not know from Amer
The eagles’ joy in killing the hunters