Pride And Fury

O Homeland! O Eagle, Plunging, through the bars of my cell, Your fiery beak in my eyes! All I possess in the presence of death Is pride and fury. I have willed that my heart be planted as a tree, That my forehead become an abode for skylarks. O eagle, I am unworthy of your lofty wing, I prefer a crown of flame. O homeland! We were born and raised in your wound, And ate the fruit of your trees, To witness the birth of your daybreak. O eagle unjustly languishing in chains, O legendary death which once was sought, Your fiery beak is still plunged in my eye.