It is a sin against oneself —
To neglect one’s own.
When it is not the first week and not the first year
That the house is filled with guests,
One has to
Drive them out,

For they have grown in number and grown strong,
The locals are trash to them.
They forgot mercy and grew insolent,
They drive us natives from the nest.

From every side they shamelessly shove
Their language and their religion,
They crowd out the patron and the sponsor.
An aggressive cultural siege —
Let us save ourselves with dignity,
Let us drive them out while we still can.