-1-
The blood of the martyr
Is like wheat in the earth
Growing to give flour to the people
Growing to destroy the armies of hatred
That trampled the necks
Of the innocent with their feet.
-2-
Were it not for the martyr,
My lands would not have been watered
Nor would the crops have sprouted
In our hands.
Nor would our present
And past remain with us,
And running would not be entangled
In our feet!
-3-
We would be nothing
And we're ashamed to bear our names
Were it not for the martyr
Who slept in the trenches
And his only concern was to protect us.
-4-
There is no identity of a people in the world
That he didn't seal with his finger
Cursed by darkness
Lighted on the altar
-5-
And there are no people left
In their land for a day
Without him the testimony
And sacrifice of heroes
Not a single eyelid of man tasted sleep
Without dignity
And the glory of independence.
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