| Like a widow broken with grief | |
| She was waiting in her mourning | |
| She once beauty queen of nations | |
| Lost the battle and is now slave | |
| In the city reigns the silence | |
| They have seen her stripped naked | |
| All her lovers no one help her | |
| Her priest crying | |
| Bitterly she weeps | |
| Now my heart is broken | |
| And my soul despairs | |
| For I have terrible rebelled | |
| I am helpless in their hand | |
| I can not escape from my enemies | |
| Virgins have been dragged away | |
| Her young children taken far away | |
| People groaning cry for bread | |
| She was thinking punishment is near | |
| She hides her face humiliated | |
| She was praying Oh! Lord see my pain |