1. O you who detain the newspaper of the free
Can shackles prevent the borrowing of fire?

2. If you hide it, it is latent hatred
Between the ribs and a scream of disavowal

3. The daughter of struggle, every immortal line
The blood of rebels foams with sweat

4. It united the diaspora, in it "Fikka" shines
From the eye of "Yarib" a laugh of jubilation

5. And "Al-Quds" testifies every wound that it
Is an innocence that stirs up the fears of the evil

6. It did not weaken in the field of jihad, nor was content
With humiliation, nor neglected the occupation

7. If you hide it, nights are of a kind
That the light of stars does not last in them

8. We will not despair, there is no ignorant among us
Life itself is a gift of dangers

9. We will sheathe our feet in flames
Never complain of the tyranny of stones

10. And my ardent heart, my country, that I
Stripped you of nothing but poetry

11. What did you think of one sincere in his love
If he possessed the power of fate

12. Would he shake off the struggle of his palm
Or would he leave it on the lyre?

13. If I could, I would be a second party
Like liberation, sincere in its effects

14. Or I would turn my blood into a revolution
To dispel the cloudiness of these sights

15. The people know for sure that it is
The horn of struggle and the pulpit of the free

16. The time of struggle came, so I stabbed it
A red stab in the chest of the shining ally

17. The atmosphere in you is too narrow for every eagle
Spacious for every colorful beak

18. They cut off the wing of publishing in it and released
For the day wings of shame and disgrace

19. And of the absurdities is that the most loyal page
To the people is folded by a treacherous hand

20. The generosity of the toilers did not feather its wing
Until the occupation scissors see it

21. If they hide it, it is in our souls
And its light, the hand of remembrance spreads it

22. Or the day of "the traitors" was good in its day
The traitors have short lives

23. The afflicted, even if devoid of joy
Did not lack a lesson and a warning

24. So the backstabber of the unwavering chest with his sword
Dropped the curtain with a stab of recklessness

25. And so the eyes see, and in their eyelids
A glimpse of the vile blood of "the blatherer"

26. Crouching on the silk carpets, and beneath him
The stabbed body on the bare soil

27. So the glance holds the cups, and his leg
Holds the mats, and the jugs the dinars

28. Had the hands of an "ambassador" blessed him an hour
He would have sold the struggle for a "tip"

29. O you who build a prison for every free man
Fearing for his crumbling throne

30. When darkness reaches its limits
Eyes reflect more towards the light

31. And he who imprisons the heroes from roaring
Thought the roar had killed the captive

32. Until it reveals the mirage of his assumption
And the belly of silence erupts into a storm

33. So the larynxes and throats cry out
My wrath passes over it, uprooting the house

34. Never can each palm, its trait is
To touch silk, dam the torrent

35. Never can every idea filled
With the tyrants' whispers defeat the screams of rejection

36. As long as some of the victim's blood flows
Through it, it will not resort to claws

37. O people, tomorrow, if they do not believe
In the toilers, you do not belong to the infidels

38. The tyrants are stars of a night dressed
In the garb of sunset, and you are the sun of daytime

39. You surged to the heights while they wallowed
In an endless abyss

40. The two generations are not equal, this one heading
Towards life, and that one in retreat

41. Your speculations are the mockery of time and its shaking
For the greedy and the foolish

42. Until you revealed from the flames in touch
And uncovered in a sip the sediments

43. You are the heavy seas, frowning
Behind the frown, the intention of the seas

44. You are time, clear for its sword to plunge
After the clarity, into the hand of the tyrant

45. The nations complain of one disease
Despite the distance and difference of homes

46. Their shackles gathered in one hand
Of shepherds who spread them over countries

47. So if you shattered them, you are not alone a breaker
Of those chains, you chanted with supporters

48. The evildoers will not succeed in stabbing
The heart of the struggle with the lying news

49. Will the stabbed feel safe from his executioner
Except by meeting the cutting sword?

50. And the earth has no one to wash
The filth of tyrants but the blood of revolutionaries