1. No time for sorrows or tears
The drums of war are beating, this is my station

2. No good comes from lamenting, rather an artillery shell
Let it strike the heart of the enemy, so you may hear

3. O Jerusalem! O Aqsa and all my capitals
In Gaza, and near Jericho, be aware

4. I am the voice of a people who said I am marching
To war, to the battlefield, taking my stand

5. Fifty years, the fruit of grief has ripened
Sharon did not heed, for he is the most insolent

6. He did not respect my sanctity or holy place
Rather he came invading my square arrogantly

7. Does the occupier know anything but to see
From me a shell in the most painful place?

8. War is for the brave in the tumult of battle
Between the trenches in the most splendid fighting

9. Nothing liberates homelands but their youth
In every cannon shot from a station

10. Jerusalem calls me, its zealous guardian
Protecting it from the singing deceiver

11. Jerusalem calls me to repel its invaders
If they try touching the place with a finger

12. The great cannon silences its voice
Any voice other than...from the highest stand

13. The child of stones said to his brother
I am Jerusalem's knight who never yielded

14. My chest is exposed to the enemy missile
And death is in my lap for the false claimant