Let the whole truth be told

Don't tarnish the face of truth with blackness

And don't fill your souls with hatred

Rather, come and spread goodness among the servants

Come, there is no need for all this slavery

For we are the masters of the country

We reject restrictions and we reject shackles

We don't want to sit here submissively

For our duty is to be strong and fight the wicked

So come, my rebellious people, ascend the pulpit of the ancestors

Don't let them spread corruption in this country

Rather, purify it from the filth of the devil who destroyed

All the bonds of mercy in the hearts of the servants

So, don't hide the face of truth with denial

And let our land be covered with ashes

Don't let the wound of the past hurt the grandchildren

And don't let it steal our comfort from us, the sons

Don't let memory force us to sing

For the melody has overflowed from us and has become an economy

Let the truth complete what is in the bodies