And I was crying

And I was crying for a homeland

The bird departed and sadness visited it

When I disappeared from sight

The lightning struck me and tied my hands and imprisoned me

And I knew from my crying

Will the bird rest and renew sadness in my soul?

So sleep, bird, and sing in the evening

And say: The days have begun to repeat the memory of the homeland

Oh, how I wonder at a day when hope disappeared

And life became in my voice that lost its melody?

And I was crying for a homeland

Everything in it dies from the memory of sadness?

What a disaster when the moon wants

To leave my soul and increase the amount of heaviness in it?