1. My excuse is from an image that has become decayed
And from a palm that buried it when it scratched

2. And a self that desired the sweetest food
Yet when it attained its resting place, it became rotten

3. And it kneeled before an unjust ruler as its opponent
And without any right, by my life, it was exploited

4. So do not mourn for it, for it
Did not inherit any weakness for your body