1. I am a messenger for my beloved homeland
Yearning to meet it like a thirsty man yearning for water

2. Longing has worn me down, though in my exile
I did not know it could be so violently cruel

3. My homeland where I was raised under its skies
And where it gifted me the stars in its skies

4. Where I suckled on its flowers, got drunk on
Its nectar, and drank in its lights

5. One who now has nothing left but my devotion
A devotion that wanders like a lost orphan

6. One whose barren bread is a feast
And a feast for souls fills its air

7. One I have long sung praise to in its meadows
When I was imprisoned in its meadows

8. One who did not allow me to raise its glory
And banner, though I failed beneath its banner

9. One whose rebuke did not stop my struggle for it
While I am shackled in the grip of its ordeal

10. One who still finds traitors to be its only friends
After they betrayed it and dashed its hopes

11. One who does not care to see its people suffering
And the innocent dying among its martyrs

12. One who allowed feudal lords to carve it up
And permitted its dignity to satisfy fools

13. One whose leaders did not preserve its history
And so its leadership collapsed among its leaders

14. One who dragged the honored head through the dirt
To appease the deaf tyrants among its chieftains

15. Yesterday we hoped their affliction was sincere
But today they are its disgrace and secret affliction

16. One where every debased lout does not blush
Unless slapped by the lowliest of its women

17. Who trots out student followers out of lust
And to gratify the whims among its cravings

18. And thinks the clamor of debauchery gives him life
Admired by those who suffered his mockery

19. I grieve for the disgraced kingdom, though hearts
Once hovered around it ready to sacrifice

20. We took refuge in it for a wretched day
Only to find ourselves among its wreckage

21. I grieve - how longing surges like I'm a slave
Though I was freed among its handmaidens

22. Perhaps its women were the men of the land
And were the cures among its remedies

23. How many scornful mock my state, laughing,
When they most deserve its mockery and elegy

24. If a people sells its dignity fearful or wanton
Then its survival is like its own funeral