I am imprisoned in dark cells
at present,
Cells — it is said —
Where
wind remains in bondage,
light remains in bondage,
Where
spreads only the regime of stillness!
But, I feel —
Wind — unobstructed,
Seen through my eyes
Thousands lustrous celestial bodies,
I hear well,
My companions’ steps
walking, advancing, fighting,
I hear the sound of songs well
and bands of expedition
of my companions!
Sure it is —
My companions will come
and unlock the cells,
Will thrash
high heads of vanity
of rebellious power!
No more the man
be crushed,
No more the man be ridiculed,
of one’s desires again!
