1. Leave the earth to me, O guardians of the sky
I will expand its expanse with singing

2. And do not claim that I was created
To complete the river of weeping on earth

3. I will sing until the frost melts
And chant until the bare land flourishes

4. Leave the earth to me, I have never ceased
To pray in this beautiful temple

5. And supplicate, feeling that the engravings
Are crowds sharing my supplication

6. Leave the naked earth in my hands
And do not clothe it in the shirt of elegy

7. For you is what the horizon narrated of aligned stars
Inscribed in the book of space

8. And I have my stars: love of this soil
The beauty of infatuations, the magic of women

9. For me is the misery of humankind
From their misery to their misery - for loyalty is an ordeal!

10. And a piece of clay called the country
In which I planted a bouquet of friends!

11. Leave the earth to me - I am a handful
Of sand carrying the spirit of loyalty

12. So I still, when life scowls,
Try to tame this howling

13. I disowned a tune that does not nationalize -
In people, my veins and blood

14. My tribe is the bird, if it distributes
Its trills in the wilds, all is equal

15. And my nationality belongs to the anthem
And my ethnicity belongs to singing

16. Why do you want me to bow
My head to the plate of affiliation?!

17. And I'm not one who can bear heads
When they take on the form of bowing

18. I am ignorant in inventing submissiveness
An expert in the engineering of pride

19. So I have my shoes to ride
And how many beings ride shoes!

20. I did not dangle from a cloud
To earth in the form of saints

21. And I did not seek in the crookedness of life
A path straighter than straightness!

22. I suffered, so I realized that poetry -
Is the most beautiful creations of suffering

23. So the dawn did not rise unless I set out
To roam the splendor of light with poetry

24. And the night did not descend unless I withdrew
To furnish the beauty of evening with poetry

25. If my trunk leaned on a wall
That reached a wall made of air

26. And dreams did not recede from my eyelids
Nor did my laughter return backwards!

27. So this beautiful toil never ceased
To teach April the meaning of serenity

28. I console emperors living in luxury
For depriving them of the beauty of toil!