1. Have you not seen his affairs
Like blood dripping from his eyes

2. Fear has not touched him
Yet his soul is weary of its sorrows

3. And the free cannot bear seeing
The shackles revolt against his wrists

4. Have you not seen the lion with
A small cub yearning for its den

5. The shackles exhaust his body
And time mocks his troubles

6. Oh what time does to the generous
And its cruelty and tenderness

7. Look at him, the light shining
From his forehead has appeared

8. And listen closely to his sighs
Full of heat, and to his moaning

9. See his blood flowing
From the wounds and his eyelids

10. With the twilight's glow in its color
And in it magic of its charm

11. Perplexed, not knowing whether
The wounds will lead him to his demise

12. Or if it will take him, so he lives
In a hell of suspicions

13. Asswan, his heart recites poetry
As if he lives without it

14. He aspires to tomorrow while the night of
Doubt darkens his certainty

15. Doubt is insane and the heart of the
Free is epileptic in its madness

16. And worry shortens the youth
Finishing him before his time

17. Oh you who return while you are
Birds fluttering on his branches

18. Bring the garlands of flowers
And scatter them on his right side

19. Of the soul's narcissus, the heart's
Rose and jasmine

20. And grant him from the most precious
Of existence what he wishes and from its gems

21. Has he not given his noble blood
In sacrifice for his nation and religion?

22. Oh you noble lion tomorrow
You will yearn for your den

23. You have in immortality a white page
Shining on your forehead

24. My soul is sacrificed for you and for the right of your
Soul in its wounds and its yearning