1. Blood that does not dry even when spilled
On the flames of verses, ceaseless

2. Ransom for the lost and the perplexed
Though their death, sold cheap, is lighter

3. Why ransom them, why such misery
When gathering the free would suffice

4. They have feasted on despair
And rushed to torture me, hiding

5. My people's children, though disgraced and ruined
My captives, though small and vanquished

6. I refused their humiliation, so they blamed me
And scorned my belittling of their assault

7. They knew no glory in their past
Beyond their fantasies of what was rumored

8. As if truth is seized through meekness
As if honor is inherited by the disgraced

9. Oh children of my homeland, only the free
Trample tribulations and refuse dishonor

10. And strike down every foolish tyrant
Who fools minds and takes advantage

11. The land complained of him to the free
Of how he corrupted and oppressed her

12. Debauchery is no veil
To cover what he did, no honor

13. Attributed to piety, though no piety
Beyond what his flute desired and beat

14. Permissible to stone him, even if
Throwing embers would hurt him if cast

15. Shameful to crucify him, though crucifixion is glory
Through it, Christ's memory exalted for us

16. So who from the course of justice yet refuses
Bargaining, unmoved by coercion

17. Who will wash the filth from us
Shame that does not fade or lighten

18. Who will unleash fresh arrows
To drive out the wanton, unstopped

19. Who will buy immortality by sacrifice
And not let blood flow fruitlessly dry