1. O Denshawai, peace be upon your land,
The days of your pleasant dwellings have passed.

2. Witnesses of your rule scattered in the country,
Alas, the scattered will never reunite.

3. New moons passed over them in shackles,
And a year went by with them in chains.

4. How are the widows after their husbands?
And in what state are the orphans now?

5. Twenty homes were emptied and inhabited
By gloom and darkness after cheerfulness.

6. I wonder, are there doves in the constellations?
Or is there perdition and pigeons in the constellations?

7. Nero, had you lived in Cromer's days,
You would have known how laws are executed.

8. Inspire, O doves of Denshawai, a people
In the Nile Valley who never sleep.

9. If the living slept, dreams would come between them
And their bed at night.

10. Suffering, remembering the day when
Feet shook from the horror.

11. The whip works and the gallows are four,
United, and the soldiers standing.

12. The advisor is watching the atrocities,
Bones and skins bleed around him.

13. In every region and every neighborhood,
A crowd terrified of the naked swords.

14. On the faces of the bereaved, gloom,
And on the faces of the bereaved women, dust.