1. The language of tears, or the expression of wounds
And the echo of orphanhood, or the moans of sacrifices

2. Oh Palestine, your fertile soil
Ripped open by the hands of aggressors

3. My heart burns freely over the land
With the shards of dignity and souls

4. Oh displaced ones: How you have fallen
Like stars in the bed of the strange

5. Where are you? For hearts call out
But the call returns as wailing

6. If only in the flames of war you were
In Palestine, alone in the field

7. If you carried the burden of the cause
And renounced the specters' alliance

8. You would have crowned the brides of glory
On the horizon between lance and fluttering headscarf

9. And the paths of ascension would have lit up
As you followed the gazelle behind the spears

10. Or you would have been buried there
In soil purified by blood before the lifegiver

11. Oh loved ones! And the separation is long
No blame on the heart if it weeps from tenderness

12. The nights lean upon you more than family
And are more dewy than the morning faces

13. Each child as if a teardrop of dawn
Cast upon the cheek of morning

14. And a girl as if the fragrance of a flower
Faded upon the tails of the winds

15. If we laid out our hearts, you would rest
Among their depths, not that killer

16. Oh displaced ones! What have you found
Besides a world of pain and misery?

17. And you carried the heavy disgrace of questioning
After a history of revolution and struggle

18. Say to whoever claims gallantry, stop
And today wipe the tear of the crocodile

19. Say to whoever claims Arabism, I was not
Except by the hand of the killer

20. A cowardly lion turned against it
Your enemies hear from you nothing but yelping