1. My brother, what is the matter with this land?
Its buildings seem to converse with you!

2. It almost overflows with sadness -
With tears, not water, pouring out!

3. By your Lord - has it lost its people
So that sorrow exceeds the people?

4. Those not its people have settled it
And its people have moved away from it.

5. A strange bird cried out at its door
So its mate lamented for it!

6. When the Arabs are remembered, it yearns, regrets,
And its branches wave farewell!

7. It calls out, warning its neighbors -
But did its neighbors hear the call?

8. Palestine, the Arabs' own land,
You are the person of their eye!

9. Neither has the eye of your hero blinked toward you
Nor have his eyelids known sleep,

10. Until I kiss your earth seven times,
Calming my soul and its sorrows.

11. If I live, grudges smoldering in my heart
Will flare up in it.

12. If I die, Paradise and its houri,
Its boys will not make me forget you.

13. After me, to avenge me and avenge my country,
Are its knights and steeds of war!

14. If the pages of heroism are written,
The Arabness is their title.

15. After God, the religion of Arabness
Is its prophets and its homelands.

16. Palestine - our souls, however dear,
Are cheap in your cause.

17. My country is not for others! My soul
And the soul of my only son are sacrificed!