Flee, O commander of death, from our disgrace, from our disgrace

For you do not know how to become the same color as us, the same color as us

From the attacks of his army and from the sharp wounds of his army

Not a single vein of yours will remain safe in our grasp, in our grasp

First, you drink a wine, you become intoxicated with joy

You become beside yourself, then you make the melody of us, the melody of us

If you want this wine, go, first become thin like glass

When you become glass, break on our stone, on our stone

Whoever drinks the red wine becomes wise, becomes wise

He takes expansiveness from the heart of our longing ones, our longing ones

Many جرعهs he strikes in the river, many بربطs of six strings he plays

Many times he rubs shoulders with kings, our chief, our chief

My Mars is material here in this dagger striking

How can you fight with a veil in our war, in our war?

If you want a sword, you will make a shield from the sun and the full moon

If you are Caesar, pass by our rust, from our rust

Become Isaac in our sacrifice, be silent in our sea

So that your ship does not break in our whirlpool, in our whirlpool