1. O dancers on the blood of the desert
The day of the red revolution has come

2. That spark will soon shine
Full of fire and lights

3. Today every rebel people break
The black shackles with a mocking laugh

4. And a hand that makes the tyrants shake with its blows
Red, stained with the blood of martyrs

5. It slapped the mouths of the colonizers with a blow
Neither killing nor paralyzing

6. And today every angry free man cries out
In the face of every crazed opinion

7. That nation, where are its people from it
So it goes to offer it to strangers

8. And Jerusalem, what about Jerusalem, Zion walks over it
Between tears and victims

9. Hitler the butcher was not harsher
On the day of turmoil than the Allied Hitler

10. O Arab sister you will remain free
Between spilled blood and enemies

11. Your people revolted in our blood raging
Alas, they have no extinguishing

12. Until the land of the peninsula embraces its people
Or they wear the headdress of highness