1. My poetry, I wish it were a sword defending
My people, defending the sanctuary of faith

2. My poetry, I wish it were seas
Raging, or flames, against tyranny

3. My poetry, I wish it were a shore for the ship
Of the confused thinker wandering

4. My poetry, I wish its abode sheltered
An outcast from the woe of deprivation

5. Thus is my poetry, flowing from my soul
Thus is my poetry, redolent of my expression

6. Poetry of a freeman who refused submission
Hoping to meet his Lord in the highest Heaven

7. My poetry's rhythm, the moan of whips woeful
Inflaming the back of the disgraced suppliant

8. My poetry's rhythm, the still of a fearful night
In prisons overflowing with beasts

9. My poetry's rhythm, sighs of a captive wounded
Screams of gashes, and the jailer

10. My poetry's rhythm, the call of the defiant
I care not for death or disgrace

11. My poetry has become one with my spirit
Become my very being, mind, and existence

12. The full moons are lamps whose glow comes
From echoes of my soul's stirrings

13. I make the seas a vessel for my thoughts
That I may glean the finest of meanings

14. My pride is that my poetry has become magic
Rousing the people from tyranny's decay

15. The defiant and free have unsheathed it
In the faces of tyrants, like daggers

16. The unjust know it as the rebels' fuel
Nay, as consuming fires