1. O Copts, brothers of the ages, calm yourselves,
They gave Jesus to you in the wilderness again,

2. You bore the crucifixion of the Son of Mary for God's judgment,
And this is God's decree which has been very painful,

3. The accurate shooter has been shot by the accurate one,
And the scheming of the devil met misfortune,

4. By God, even if the shooter did not fire,
He would have suddenly died or been cured,

5. A decree, destiny, and predetermined life spans,
When their time comes cannot be delayed a moment,

6. We will perish just as the tribes before us perished,
And people will remain, two hundred dying and lamenting,

7. Come, hopefully we will forget the estrangement and its era,
And discard the causes of disputes on all sides,

8. Was not Egypt our cradle and then our grave?
And between them there were songs for each,

9. Were we not before Christ, Son of Mary,
And Moses and Taha worshiping the flowing Nile?

10. Why then did we not share the love between us,
And ransom it with banks and a valley?

11. And there still remains among you people of affection and mercy,
And goodness in the Muslims still remains,

12. Do not let the killing of Peter prevent you,
From the protection of people whose killing has spread among the people,