1. How can I lay down my arms
Before the swords of Franks and pens of Copts?

2. Necks are trodden so their rancor grows,
As if the trodden did the treading.

3. The waves of the country toss its people about,
With no shelter on shore or at sea.

4. Those responsible are disabled, though means exist,
As neither the generous hand gives nor the good heart feels compassion.

5. Return, for the day of reckoning has drawn near
And one apocalypse follows another.

6. Throughout my life my state has been the same,
Pleasing me doesn't bring joy, displeasing me doesn't cause misery.

7. Excuse my outspokenness, for these are
The thoughts of one carried away and the ideas of an extremist.