1. I do not weep for the tyranny of a long night,
Nor for a pleasant spring that is now desolate.

2. Rather, my tears are for a grave misfortune,
That has befallen us with none to remedy.

3. Whenever an orator rises in this land,
Awakening his people, seeking their welfare,

4. They force his spirit into oppression's shirt,
Rough and prickly, clipping his wings.

5. They stifle his divine voice with violence,
Silencing his zeal and lament.

6. And they plot the means of tyranny and terror,
Never considering tolerance or clemency.

7. Thus are the sincere treated in every quarter,
Pelted by ruins made accessible to them.

8. Though we have shared in calamities,
And our sanctuary is violated - what a violation!

9. O beautiful Tunisia, I plunged deep
In the sea of passion - what a plunging!

10. My creed is my profound love for you,
Though I've tasted its bitterness and wounds.

11. I will not yield to the slanderer, even if
Old age descends upon my youth.

12. I care not if my blood is spilled,
For the blood of lovers is always licit.

13. And time will show you, through the nights,
The sincerity of my love, loyalty and passion.

14. Though this is an era of darkness,
Beyond the gloom, I have glimpsed its dawn.

15. Fate has destroyed my people's glory, but
Life will one day restore its mantle.