Am I tired of my life and bored with myself?

Am I tired of my life, bored with myself?

Dead from my sadness, broken from my fear

In my dream I sleep like a straight rock?

I don't know that my sadness has a colony in my soul

Inside me and did not ask about the fire of the colony?

My heart aches every time its pulse passes by the cemetery

I found her talking to her soul and found it compressed

In a soul tired of quarreling?

He entered it to find it in its scattered remains

Like locusts and raindrops and pouring tears

A spirit visited me that sold me to the colony

She said: Tomorrow my homeland will become a grave

I cried with copious tears that visited me and drowned my self

Like a mirror whose ghosts were confined to my self

And I did not know that my news inspired it to entangle

So I got tired of my life and my self was torn apart

With tears that fell on her eyelids, she realized that he had built a colony

Oh my soul, be with my body from the enemy's destruction, optimistic

Tomorrow life will return to Palestine and the story of the colony will end