1. I lay awake while crushing sorrows fell upon me,
And found not what other lovers found before.

2. To you, sons of a grieving mother whose love is fervent
On every path bright dawns have shone.

3. For you await a torrent of glory and noble dreams
And tongues, on days of speech, most eloquent.

4. No supplicant called upon the likes of you for greatness
When raiders gripped fast to both arms.