1. A stranger, while my homelands are trampled and my nation
Suffers, and the wave of injustice intensifies its floods

2. A stranger, is there in this house a home?
For one whose homes settle elsewhere

3. Oh, would that I knew, my country, when will I see
A Thursday when rows of heroes marched

4. That a wise Shariah and Sunnah unite us
So the falsity of misguidance appears to us and its falsehood

5. Oh pinnacles of Islam, motivate
And march for evil marched its caravans

6. Oh my nation, one may get accustomed to passion
And yearn for the world and its preoccupations

7. And pass with the days singing of loving it
And in it, even if one realizes, its fighters reside

8. A stranger, I choose the barren valleys, their
Waters are murky while the religion’s basin its springs are clear

9. And how many a friend you assume good is his aim
So over the nights his slips appear

10. And one who walked in the life without its ways
Has slept while illusions’ poison seeps into him

11. Take from the branches what you can reach
Leave off from the branch which you cannot reach