1. Who do you call, our holy city, who do you call
Who will heal her wounds with deeds

2. A lover who has become preoccupied
Or a boasting enemy in his defiance

3. These are brothers who have become estranged
And their evil has prevailed through guile

4. They have devoted themselves to the foreigner
And violated their honor through fighting

5. The most beloved among them they called a liar
And saw him as raging in misguidance

6. While others, captives, did not respond
Or summon in the time of reunion

7. How often did your silence pardon them, then you said
Perhaps it is the silence of mountain peaks

8. Sooner or later, the winds of the north
Will blow from within them

9. Then silence is nothing but the stench
Of grievances waiting for the gazelles

10. Who do you call, our holy city, who do you call
For this yellow one in slippers

11. Or did our words ransom it, for by them
Only are sublime things violated

12. Woe to us if we faltered
In prayer or rose up in dispute

13. Woe to our poetry and drums
If their beating flows wantonly

14. Woe to a people who have mastered nothing
But beating drums when death calls

15. Who do you call, our holy city, who do you call
While time is not without men

16. Do you call Khaled or Salah
While time's eye is set on decline

17. This is your nation where
Humiliation and misery have settled

18. A nation that surrendered to promises
Woe to it if it is tested in battle

19. A nation that has not ceased coveting
Every beauty within the realm of imagination

20. And the beauty of our holy city cannot be equaled
By any imagination, like the lofty gardens