1. Believe me, I did not come to cancel my decision
I cannot cancel a decision

2. Believe me, I did not come to bring good news
The moon refuses to prolong the day

3. Believe me, I did not come to recite poetry
In an age that confiscates poems

4. I came to cry for myself, to cry for you
Half a century and we still dripping shame

5. Believe me, some of me fights some of me
I was an Arab, so half of me became a "Tatar"

6. My step loots the horizon, and my right hand
Over my foot establishes a wall

7. And my tongue melts fragrance and my heart
For the wounds of time has become an airport

8. Whenever the morning dawns on me as an anthem
The oppressors lower the curtain before me

9. And I, above them, frolic with my wound
Who will compete with what revolves around the orbit?

10. O my masters, I carried your love
In my veins, so my love came as embers

11. I did not ride fantasy to seek meaning
And meanings under your shadow compete

12. A realist, can a wounded man fly
His blood bathes the deserts?

13. A realist, sneaking into the wilds
So read my yearning, agony and dust

14. I'm one of you, I won't borrow clothes
Other than my skin, and the free cannot be borrowed

15. If there is a marginal mouth between us
That made fraud the slogan of letters

16. Then I did not apologize, I know my role
And my letters do not master apologies

17. I'm one of you, wounded in the chest of a free man
So understand me if you are free