Chapter Vl

The clock struck five

Soldiers appeared:

A circle of shields and helmets

Here they come closer little by little

They come from every all direction

The chanters on the petrified cake

Ebbing and flowing like a throbbing of a heart

Inflaming throats

Warming themselves against the cold and gloom

Chanting hymns to approaching guards

Intertwining their tender wretched hands

Forming a fence against bullets

Bullets

Bullets

Ah

They chant:

"We shall redeem you O Egypt

We shall redeem..."

A silenced throat collapses

With it your name O Egypt collapses on the ground

Nothing remains but crushed body and screams

On the gloomy square

The clock struck five

It struck five

It struck five

Your water was scattered O River

When you reached your outlet

The houses are tombs

The prison-cells are tombs

The horizons are tombs

So raise the weapons

Raise

The weapons