1. Leave the machine gun behind you, my beloved
And shake my hand for you are a close brother

2. The bullet you fired towards me
Will strike you just as it strikes my heart

3. Our killer is the one killed among us
And the happiest of us is the most miserable

4. Why, my brother, do you turn against me?
While your face facing me is angry?!

5. Did we not all live in the same camp
Where we shared our playful childhood?!

6. Did we not drink from the same breasts when we were little
And suckle them just as milk is suckled?!

7. Leave the enemies, do not lean towards them
For they give you nothing but betrayal (like wolves)

8. If the hand of the unjust extends money
Towards you, behind it is a fearful goal

9. We have a blessed land that
Enemies have subjected to terrible aggression

10. Were not your father and mine buried in it
With tears flowing from their eyes?!

11. You will suffer, then suffer again when we are
Driven away from expelling its usurpers

12. My brother, comrade of my sorrows and sadness
And dreams, I hoped, my beloved

13. I hoped you would be a loyal brother
So the sun would not be buried by sunset

14. It is as if I hear the bullet say: No!
And swear that it will not respond

15. It says to us: Stop this aloofness
And cease your fighting and repent

16. My brother, I saw truth as a sun
Accompanied by dawn, never setting

17. So do not let the hand of grudges stain
A forehead unfit for gloom

18. I heard the minarets of Al-Aqsa call out
And it has a respondent in the Sacred House

19. The voice of the wonders of Al-Isra calls out
With a wondrous melody in its echoes:

20. When the minarets call for harmony
Then answering the caller is imperative

21. My brother, between me and you is a river of love
With which hearts are watered

22. Our two hearts have the warmth of feeling
I see the ice mountain melting with it

23. Both of us want only victory
With which our plundered homeland returns

24. Both of us met in Palestine
To defeat the foreigner

25. To raise a banner for truth that will erase
The sorrows from our nation's chest

26. Brother of Al-Isra and Al-Miraj, between me
And you is a field of flowers and perfume

27. With the bond of the firm handhold we clung
So neither the disagreeable nor the liar lived