زرعنا فلم نحصدْ وكان جدودنا

متى يبذروا في أرضنا الحبَّ يحصدوا

We have sown but did not reap, while our ancestors

Whenever they sowed the seeds of love in our land, they reaped it

وما قتلَ المحلُ البلادَ وإنما

أصاب الصدا محراثنا فهو مبردُ

It's not the homelands that were killed, but rather

Our plowshares were struck by rust, so they have become cold