هُنا وَطَني فِلَسْطينُ

وقُدْسُ اللهِ لِي دِينْ

And Jerusalem is my faith

Its Arabness is on my body

عُروبَتُها عَلَى جَسَدي

وفِي عَيْنَيَّ تَكْوينُ

And in my eyes its entity

And I have in my pronunciation of "D" the pulse of blood

ولي في الضَّاد نَبْضُ دَمٍ

إذا تَرْوِي الشَّرايِينُ

When it irrigates the veins

I am the Arab, I have ancestry

أنا العَرَبِيُّ لي نَسَبٌ

نَقِيُّ الوَجْهِ مَأْمونُ

Of pure face, secured

And I have a heart full of passion

ولي قَلْبٌ عَلَى شَغَفٍ

بِحُبِّ الأَهْلِ مَفْتونُ

Infatuated with the love of its people

And the veins are full homeland

ومِلْءُ عُروقِهِ وَطَنٌ

لَهُمْ بِالْوُدِّ مَسْكونُ

Inhabited with affection

We have a house built in dreams

لَنا بَيْتٌ عَلَى حُلُمٍ

ومِنْ أَجْسادِنا الطِّينُ

And from our bodies its clay

So no one stays without homeland

فلا يَبْقَى بِلا وَطَنٍ

غَريبُ الدَّارِ مَحْزونُ

The stranger of the house, sad

And the sound of their return rises:

ويَعْلو صَوْتُ عَوْدَتِهِمْ :

رَجَعْنا يا فِلَسْطِينُ !

We have returned, O Palestine!