prisoner chained and bound

The world has become narrow for me in its blackness, as if it has become a coffin for me

He who is disappointed in my Lord is the first to die in wars

And sadness knew who I am, so when I began to arrange the rhymes into poetry

Sadness was between my ribs and on my body a rock as if it were carved in front of it

Oh thief of the soul, wait, isn't it time for you to present yourself and tell the truth

For in my sadness I have become a nightmare, and in trials I surrender to my feelings, repressed?

Prison did not frighten me when I became a chained prisoner

And the magic of the jinn did not make me in my hand like an inherited heirloom

Have you seen a dead person alive, miserable, hopeless, pessimistic about his future in sorrows

Like me, nightmares haunt him in dreams, and wishes have become his daily sustenance?

No matter how much your anchor pushes me, O life, I will return for my homeland, salvation

As if I am in my distress and worries, alone, sad, and astonished

Here I am in my exile, living, not seeing, blind, suffocating, as if I am in a coffin

You stole my youth, and my tears are an anchor in my eyes, as if they became homes for me

O my companion, O my moon, increase your light upon me in the darkness of the night for an hour

For I am in the absence of my homeland, as if I have become a deceived animal

My desires increased from a fire that shone, and became to me like diamonds and rubies

I am the stranger in exile, groaning over a homeland in pain from a time that Harut destroyed

I console my worries with my hand and try to save my fate from the call of that tyranny

O you who spread worries in our hearts, O wounds, come to the time of revolution that has not passed

For no matter how much my anger flares up, a fire that burns and burns, for war does not die

O thief of souls, do not procrastinate and leave me in my world, astonished

The death of the body is a lesson for you, but the soul does not die with Lord

The world humiliated before the forces of the colonizer is cowardly and afraid of war, silent?

But my people, I am a free revolutionary for my land, who would not want my colonizer to be silent?

And the land is stained with our pure blood and pregnant with the dreams of our lost childhood

If I am right, then the land is my advisor and the Lord of the kingdom

Exile has become too much for me with its pains, and I have become as if I am in a coffin with my sadness

And when my hope was disappointed, I asked forgiveness from my Lord, and the hope of my Lord does not die

For I am the exile from eternity in exile, and my soul has turned pale in its humiliation

As if I had a homeland that darkness destroyed and ordered to be silent immediately

Woe to us from the humiliation of our rulers who forced our people to submit

And we ascended the pulpit of injustice and said: No, we are steadfast in the face of the storm

So when our screams and the crying of our children increased, our courage increased

In fighting the colonizer who corrupted the land and colonized it by the tyrant.