1. Illusions of poetry I wove
Bewitched, turning rock hearts into melodies

2. Horrified by omens I discovered in corpses
I thought were crowns before

3. I rejoiced, kindling the guitar of the graveyard
With the dead, shaking off shackles and shrouds

4. I yearn for my nation with love, reviving it
With a revival, building its humiliation with poetry a structure

5. Forming for the blind from it eyes I snatched from them
And weaving for the deaf ears

6. I did not carry worshipping a Creator in my hands
Except to make generations and homelands

7. The tyrannical king sees it as a knife at his neck
And the people see it as a scale

8. So here my nation, a sagging soul
I squeezed for your pure path an offering

9. A cup of poetry, if suns drank from it
They would stumble and history would walk drunk