The sun of my homeland has set
After the night disfigured its face,
And cut off the braids of its long golden hair!
Tomorrow...
The sun will rise again,
And cast its radiance upon weary eyes,
And warm the graves burdened with our fruits.
Wait for us, O light...
For the years that have kept us away from you,
Will not prevent us from catching up with you
And merging with your rays.
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