1. For whom should I remember
And in whom should I think

2. And how much do I have for a country
Of weeping and being moved

3. In Aleppo is my equipment
And my glory and pride

4. And in Manbij is he whose consent
Is the most precious thing I hoard

5. And the one whose love is an honor
With which the Gathering is honored

6. And young children like knights
The oldest of them is the youngest

7. And a people we befriended
And the branch of youth still green

8. It seems to me their matter
As if they are townspeople

9. So my sorrow does not dissipate
Nor do my tears relent

10. And what are these my tears
And what is it that I conceal

11. Rather I disguise the tears
And hide what I hide

12. Fearing the words of slanderers
Like you do not have patience

13. Oh my oblivion how could I not
Hope for that which I fear

14. And what is this despair that
I see so I am alerted

15. Is it not that he who afflicted me with it
I can reveal it

16. Yes indeed I have a Master
His gifts even more

17. And I am plenty in sins
And his benevolence even greater

18. With my sin you made me fall
And from your grace the source