1. My weapons of war are the tongues of the slanderers,
And my cutting remarks at the clash of arguments.

2. So when my tears flow, that is my blood,
Water that ran from me for you and ran for me.

3. In me are sharp eyes, and they are unsheathed swords,
In me are firm principles, and they are high goals.

4. So when can I say peace to what I passionately love,
When have I perfected from it a tool for my struggle?