Clamping us in iron-rod-wick’d chains;
chains, piercing pieces our flesh and bones;
chains, holding us in the hail hell of bondage,
refusing us our long-lov’d freedom,
which now have to come thro’ pens and persuasion,
for that is our only light for freedom
without which we forev’r live in Egypt in chain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem