Let me explain to those
Who ask who I am,
I am a voice which belongs to the tormented country
That screams 'Justice!'

It is true that I am a poet,
But I have different wishes, desires!
What should I say
About these ruins that I see?!

Do the words that I write
Hurt your tender heart?
Look, there is so much injustice
Towards those who are poor!

Hey, violet with the bent neck,
The one that is longing for its darling
What would you say to this tragic
And sorrowful situation?

I refrain from waving my handkerchief
When my darling comes,
O destiny!
Who will wipe my tears if I cry?...