The Masked Rebel

The wave must give up the dream a little

If the sea rages, will it force it to move?

And if the foam floats on the surface

Will the tide rise and devour the virgin ships?

The winds must stop caressing the river

And the hair of the virgins so that it does not scatter

And the blond braid is loosened

To be wet with raindrops

And the luck of the traveler stumbles and leaves the moon

So if a star falls at night

The night will prevail over me and I will continue to stare into the eyes of the hawk

Strongly until after dawn

And if a drop of rain falls

We will remove the tune and cut the string

The sound of the still wave tires the sight

So return the stars to their place in the sky

And do not look so that you do not get bored

For we are all subject to the one God

Interpret the side of the wall

And lower your eyes

And look at your steps and avoid stumbling

Start running and avoid the rain

From your stories, O martyr, do we learn lessons?

And the intoxicating rose exudes fragrance

And the flower turns to sugar

Let us watch the moon fly

And travel on the wings of destiny

In its name we will force sadness on the clouds

My heart and monopolize

Who will force the eye to look?

Who will force the enemy to flee

Except that masked young man?

Oh pen, feel the torment of dawn

And compose poetry, even prose

For poetry is the most sublime thing in this age

Come, revolutionary, pray the dawn prayer

And stretch your eyes and do not look long

For your land is free, no matter how long the gypsies live in it

And your land is sweet when the moon shines in it

And give the martyr a kiss and take him out of the grave

For tongues of fire roar if the view differs from it

And revive in it the smile of destiny?

So write with the pen of patience

Perhaps you will know what is in the tree

To sweeten your features and gaze long?

And revive the pen and dance in the notebooks of poetry

And say: Is the speech over or has it passed?