A Sari

If you founded this arena for my defeat,
I will renew it with justice, declaring the Truth

If Satan has turned all heads to the side,
I will say, O soul, hold fast to God

Then I will rely on neither singularity nor downfall;
My dusty knees shall become a noble throne

Victory and defeat vanish from my conception;
This spirit bleeds in defiance, laughs in defiance

Every rise of mine is a sign of your cowardice;
The spectator’s bondage is the price of his indecision

The reins of a parched kuhaylan fling me about;
Yet it is the chains of lies that silence you