1. The march of the free, that one, and yet
By God that is the nature of thieves

2. Where is the chivalry from a conscience dyed
With the pure blood of the foremost climbers

3. These gallows were not in truth
But steps of glory for the rising one

4. We steadfast believers say it
Even if the cup of death is in gulping

5. For glory is not attained with applause
By a people, but with spilled blood

6. And we loved glory with its afflictions
How sweet are afflictions for lovers

7. O group of martyrs, your death was good
It was more delicious for you than syrup

8. By God, from our eyelids a guide guided us
You were for the light and the truth

9. And if hardships separated what was between us
For us is the Gardens of Bliss for reunion