1. This tower, in which a thousand are confined
Is a symbol that you are under siege

2. And you talk about its conditions
Yet your towers are made of stone

3. The situation is that we are like it
If the airport is not more spacious than us

4. For we are twenty five in
A room like the belly of a cave

5. So the ratio of the room to its tower
Entitles it to be more spacious

6. And it raises its voice
When we prolong silence reluctantly

7. It discloses what it secretly harbors
In its tune when we restrain sobbing

8. It bears no grudge and does not harbor
Sorrow when we wrap ourselves in bedsheets

9. How tiring is life when it is
Next to an arrogant tyrant

10. And how unlucky are the people if they don't
Feel the great glorious light

11. And how wretched is the land whose people
Are between bulls, buffaloes or donkeys

12. Who do not defend their land from the enemy
As if the enemy's wound in them is severe