1. Not enough for me the first stab on vengeance day,
Nor singing justice for the millions.

2. Around me, tears and raging fires,
Even if I avoid them, and thousands of sacrifices.

3. In my consciousness and years they alarmed me,
And confused me with the screams of the insane,

4. The starving naked, none covers them,
Except wounds and bites of demons.

5. The angry whom no one listens to,
Except ruin and except the lowly home.

6. The confused in shackles who envied
In their soul's prison all prisoners.

7. Those carrying for eras,
The treachery of tyrants and filth of Sultans.

8. Those wandering vainly with no return,
The humiliation of foreheads and misery of the poor.

9. The lost as if time had neglected them,
Without any of its calculations or proof.

10. Those who won people's hypocrisy as praise
And were harmed by the evils of various winds.

11. My people's sons whom greed did not tempt
Except with noble revenge in my poems.

12. From every house embers are its miracle,
And light its proof throughout the times.

13. If the sublime's hearing is preoccupied with their vanity
And they knew poetry limited prosaic,

14. Then its revolt will overwhelm illusions
Over misguidance, over the injustice of scales.

15. And stones will roar its scream
Until birds, even birds of prey, will fly.

16. It will destroy tyrant and powerful,
The evils of serpents, even all serpents.

17. Not enough the first stab on vengeance day,
Unless to save the millions.