Iâm the woman who has awoken
Iâve arisen and become a tempest through the ashes of my burnt children
Iâve arisen from the rivulets of my brotherâs blood
My nationâs wrath has empowered me
My ruined and burnt villages fill me with hatred against the enemy,
Iâm the woman who has awoken,
Iâve found my path and will never return.
Iâve opened closed doors of ignorance
Iâve said farewell to all golden bracelets
Oh compatriot, Iâm not what I was
Iâm the woman who has awoken
Iâve found my path and will never return.
Iâve seen barefoot, wandering and homeless children
Iâve seen henna-handed brides with mourning clothes
Iâve seen giant walls of the prisons swallow freedom in their ravenous stomach
Iâve been reborn amidst epics of resistance and courage
Iâve learned the song of freedom in the last breaths, in the waves of blood and in victory
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, no longer regard me as weak and incapable
With all my strength Iâm with you on the path of my landâs liberation.
My voice has mingled with thousands of arisen women
My fists are clenched with the fists of thousands compatriots
Along with you Iâve stepped up to the path of my nation,
To break all these sufferings all these fetters of slavery,
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, Iâm not what I was
Iâm the woman who has awoken
Iâve found my path and will never return.