1. The winds of dawn blew in the storm
Fate shattered the doors of tyrants

2. Fate from the throne of God hastened
To plant olive trees in barren lands

3. Oh, what a grip it has in its limit
Lurks death and the causes of life

4. It freed their necks from its yoke
And illuminated the dark nights

5. Oh generous, we have not seen the like of him
A generous one, oh saver of the venerated

6. Our sun would not have risen in that gloom
Were it not for you, or the idols of tyrants dispersed

7. Oh father of the free, oh raiser of
A banner fluttering over the Euphrates

8. Blood for a people who since July
Lived in prosperity over the corpses of tyrants