1. My nation, do you have a platform
Among the nations for the sword or the pen?

2. I meet you while my eyes are downcast
Ashamed of your past days

3. And tears almost rain down recklessly
On the remnants of pride and pain

4. Where is your world that inspired
The chord of every orphaned tune?

5. How you have transcended its echoes
The field of glory and the singer of nobility

6. And you have waved as if I was
Dragging my wrap above the stars

7. My nation, how many painful lumps
Have choked the whisper of your affliction in my mouth

8. What wound was too shameful to heal
And its misery did not mend?

9. Israel's banner rises
In the zeal of the cradle and the shade of the sanctuary!

10. How did you overlook humiliation and not
Shake off the dust of accusations?

11. Were you not a wave of flames or blood
If tyranny transgressed!?

12. How did you go forward and refrain
Revenge was not quenched and you did not take revenge?

13. Hear the wailing of the grieved and rejoice
And see the tears of orphans and smile

14. And let the leaders in their whims
Perish in the most despicable of war spoils

15. My Lord and my supreme protector, I erupted
Filling the mouths of orphaned girls

16. I touched their ears, but it
Did not touch the chivalry of the protected

17. My nation, how many idols have you glorified
That did not carry the purity of an idol?

18. Do not blame the wolf for its aggression
If the shepherd is the enemy of the sheep

19. So withhold your complaint, for if not for you
There would be no slaves of money ruling

20. O soldier, o lamb of sacrifice
O ray of hopeful smile

21. You did not know stinginess with the soul if
The valleys of glory demanded it

22. Blessed is the wound you carry
Honorably under the banners