1. Do not ask about his moaning and his pillow
For in his wounds are the wounds of his country

2. In his wounds are the wounds of a people
Whose feelings are stagnant, dead like stones

3. A rebel carrying the hearts of countries
In his love and faith a flaming torch

4. He gave his people his heart and blood
And his feelings, loyalty and affection

5. He is their voices when the people roar
And the whispers of his conscience in solitude

6. He is a rebel who wants and aspires
Beyond his means... lofty is his goal

7. Hatred ignited flames in his guts
A raging storm provoking the fire of his flint

8. So he went with obstinacy in his eyelids
Shouting, and hell in his hatred

9. And he faced bullets from every crevice
Still rabid in his obstinate frenzy

10. Whenever retreat beckoned him
The grip of chaos seized his leadership

11. He challenged calamities until they blazed
Around him and his weapons were spent

12. He returned like a sword carrying from his blood
A twilight that tells the world about his executioner

13. And the wounds you see on him
Are like the titles in the record of his jihad

14. And he fell into bed with vengeance still
Awake in him, boding the chaos of his appointment

15. He did not sleep a moment and if he slept
Memories of chaos shook the calm of his pillow

16. And the wounds blazed in him moaning
His body and extinguishing the fervor of his determination

17. He asks silence and purpose how to heal
The pride of the wounds from his tormentor

18. For he is between ambition and frustration and longing
Like an eagle in the hands of his hunter

19. Do not blame him if he complains, for his complaints
And his sighs are the smoke of his passion

20. His breaths are dust and embers
From the debris of his heart and his ashes

21. Whenever he says "Oh!" or his sighs rise up
You see a piece of his heart

22. And when his hunger cries out from the depths
It is the fluttering of purpose, the remnants of his provisions

23. His miserable lifetime is a prison and his wound laments
That his lifetime is on the increase

24. So he suffers awake with the people
And suffers asleep with his dream in his bed

25. He has not gotten from life despite its length
What he hopes for or what his children might harvest from it

26. "Wretched, wretched is he who suffering life's length
While life continues on its course"