Should I return to my ancestral land?

Oh day of the promised promise

When will you come and free me from the shackles

And leave me in joy and steadfastness

I have received from you, O people, all ingratitude

So if I turn my face, I find aversion

Following me as if it were my existing shadow?

My wishes have melted in the shackles that I thought were roses

How many of my wounds have bled and promises have been broken

We said: No to the memory that made our days gloomy

And defiled our hearts and made them theirs, so I was afflicted with hatred

From within me the wounds groan and push

Imprison my ship and imprison the world of existence

What do I have from the sunlight that made me frozen

And the moonlight made me as if I were cold before it?

Sighs covered me and the memory changed, so thunder roared

Oh promise, come to me so I can liberate the land of my ancestors

I have been filled with all sins, so shall I return

To my ancestral homeland and liberate it from all shackles?