1. I know the coral, its noble lineage,
When I approach the Gulf of Aqaba.

2. Just as I know our Aqsa, you see,
My heart's eye views its domes from afar.

3. Just as I know my Layla, when
The full moon smiles, enticing its mirages.

4. I know the coral, none who saw it
Deep down fails to be drawn to it.

5. Eras have passed with it in its sea,
I wonder, how can I count its eras?

6. I wonder, does it in its stillness
Love the wave, craving its bustle?

7. I wonder, does it know who
Took Jerusalem, and the crimes committed?

8. If the coral saw what the usurper of Aqsa did,
It would show its anger.

9. It is better than men who blessed
The enemy of God and what he usurped.

10. O coral, here are my letters
Coming tearfully, grieving.

11. You are in your sea of purer water
Than an outcast unable to find watering.

12. Whenever he heads to his spring,
The oppressor blocks him, bloodying his heels.

13. O coral, if only you could be
A companion praised by companions.

14. In my mouth is salt, in my heart sorrow,
As I see the falsehood of books.

15. And I see in our media
A band feigning stupidity.

16. They made the sword of heroism a cane
And the steed of truth behind the wagon.

17. In my heart is the Aqsa Mosque when
My feet touched its threshold.

18. Below it, the thief who steals it
Whenever a lover comes, beating him.

19. And if he sees an old man heading
To Aqsa Square, violently pulling him.

20.
Between me and my loved ones, a dividing wall,

21. And an agent whose hand shakes.
And minds whose consciousness is stolen,

22. And hearts whose spirit is stolen.
And decisions, if issued,

23. The veto agitates its tail at them.
And remnants of heedless states

24. That see no thief, no plunder.
O coral, treasure of time,

25. Companion to the magnificent seas.
Hide me laughing, elated,

26. Kissing the horizon, folding its clouds.
You will see the joy of my poetry when

27. The usurper possesses what he has usurped.
When I see our Aqsa and

28. The friend of falling tears.
And I see Gaza in wellbeing

29. After the wound of heated attacks.
And I see Jerusalem wholly ours

30. And I see our might and victory.
Then you will see me sailing