1. Patience, O Palestine, for God has made you
A pure land, in the farthest Jerusalem, your home

2. Patience over the oppression of enemies, for they were cursed
The horses of a people who turned away from your blessed intimacy

3. They have populated you with division, Zion inaugurated it
Adding misery to the packs of your distress

4. Alas, how many times has our flag been lowered in the mud?
Woe to us, how we have regressed! How we have forsaken you!

5. Verily the free women's throats have been slit
There is no respondent to answer their crying voice

6. None remain in our procession, who have the grit
To withstand the flaming turmoil, all have deserted you

7. The deep-rooted hatred of vile Jews has overwhelmed
And the habit of Arabs is to slumber and forget you

8. Hope has died that alert consciences will awake for us
Humiliation has pained us, who will come to your aid?

9. A terrifying spring has spread through our dwellings
In a margin beyond sight since your downfall came

10. Do not look towards those who have turned their backs on you
Rather look to those who with the water of the soul have nourished you