1. Why do I have hunger and hardship while you have plenty?
Hunger urges me to ask you,

2. As I plant my field and you reap it,
And you get drunk on my sweat through your sickle.

3. Why? While in your hands are treasures;
You extend your fingers to my morsel,

4. And you feed on my hunger and claim innocence;
Has a thief ever become a king?

5. Why do you dominate my misery?
Answer my question even if it embarrasses you,

6. And if you don’t answer, the silence of the answer is deafening... echoing your shame!
Why do you step on my wounded heart;

7. In it is the tenderness that pampered you,
And my tears, my tears quenched your drink,

8. Do you remember, "Oh you despicable one", how much they enriched you!
So I was not aware of fate,

9. While you - woe to you - how unaware you are!
Tomorrow you will know who I am,

10. And nobility will take from your nobility.
For in my ribs, in my blood is rage,

11. If it storms, it will extinguish your torch.
Tomorrow memories will curse you,

12. And your past will curse your future,
And your miserable ending

13. Will detest your beginning with its sins.
And sin will ask: Where is the sinner?

14. How did he end up? What path did he take?
Tomorrow do not say "I repent": do not apologize,

15. Regret here has no effect.
Nor say: Where will I be tomorrow?

16. For even if your hands are not bound by destiny,
Tomorrow I will not applaud the caravan of darkness,

17. I will shout: Oh dawn, how beautiful you are!