1. What ails this palace of flowers that it has become so gloomy,
After it was once the joy of eras?

2. They draped its lofty structure in black,
Then it shrouded itself in sorrows.

3. Death has taken the precious king,
Caring not for crown or scepter.

4. Neither youth could stand before it,
Nor could the sultan's might protect him from death.

5. A king forged by God from strength,
Decisiveness, interdiction and tenderness.

6. Yet death is a madwoman who cares not,
Taking both the brave and the coward alike.

7. O palace of flowers, your grief has enveloped the universe,
With sorrow, as deprivation itself wept.

8. The brave youth, the sleeping ambition,
The glory, the refuge and the wishes -

9. They all shuddered at losing you, O warrior,
And shed their tears in torrents.

10. Rise, O Abu Faisal, for Palestine calls you
From the arena of spears.

11. They violated her honor and envied her jealously,
Tearing her with swords and fires.

12. She screamed as wounds gaped within her,
Bewildered, her eyelids bruised.

13. Where is the warrior, where is the defender
Of Islam and faith?

14. The news of his death came and dashed her hopes -
Oh, the horror of affliction, oh the wishes!

15. Then she prayed as despair overcame her,
With blood-smeared palms and shining teeth.

16. Her resolve collapsed and her strength faded
From screams of exhaustion and tyranny.

17. She fell upon the soil of the precious homeland,
Struck by an arrow piercing her side.

18. She roared as death took her, "Oh my people!
I die longing for the homelands."

19. O Orient, tear off your chains and rise
To the summit - may every coward live in disgrace!

20. And cups of death in pursuit of glory
Are sweeter than living in humiliation.

21. O House of the Prophet, be patient in hardship,
For this is the work of the Fates.

22. Nations have passed and others will pass,
For it is the nature of the turning heavens.

23. And solace for the House is that the wilds
Shared in the affliction and the sorrows.

24. And solace for us is the precious Prince -
He lived for glory, dew and spears.

25. Doha, may God bless its shelter,
For if one reformer dies, another will build.