Hakim Bey [English translation]

I want to file a complaint against all the bans.

Even if you tie my tongue, your Honor, it won't stop.

Let the gendarmerie and the policemen come from outposts.

My mind is on the run; it won't fit into the jail, alas!

One day, I may be crushed.

One day, my shah's time is in this world.

If they legislate over and over,

The paroles vanish, but the scripts are in both worlds; alas!

It doesn't feel right when you shut up, neither does it when you don't.

Even the tongue stops, your Honor, the spirit in the flesh won't.

It doesn't feel right when you write, neither does it when you don't.

Don't create barriers on writing; they won't stay there.