وَلِيand for me قِبْلَةٌa direction of prayer بَابَGate العَمُودِof the Column وقُبْلَةٌand a kiss ،
وَلِي قِبْلَةٌ بَابَ العَمُودِ وقُبْلَةٌ ،
مِنَfrom السُّورِthe wall أُهْدِيهاI offer it إِلَىto الأَهْلِthe kin فيin القُدْسِJerusalem
مِنَ السُّورِ أُهْدِيها إِلَى الأَهْلِ في القُدْسِ
And I have a direction of prayer—Bab al-Amud—and a kiss,
I have a kiss at Al-Aqsa's gate and a kiss
which I offer from the wall to my kin in Jerusalem.
I send from the fence to my family in Jerusalem
حَرامٌforbidden عَلَىon أَدْراجِهِits stairs كُلُّevery خَطْوَةٍfootstep
حَرامٌ عَلَى أَدْراجِهِ كُلُّ خَطْوَةٍ
مُلَوَّثَةٍtainted بِالْغَزْوِby invasion مَكْروهَةِabhorrent الدَّعْسِthe trampling !
مُلَوَّثَةٍ بِالْغَزْوِ مَكْروهَةِ الدَّعْسِ !
Forbidden on its stairs is every footstep
Every step on its stairs is forbidden
tainted by invasion, abhorrent in its trampling!
Defiled by the invasion, hated for its harm!
سَأَدْعُوI shall pray عَلَىagainst كُلِّall الغُزاةِthe invaders وَخَطْوِهِمْand their tread
سَأَدْعُو عَلَى كُلِّ الغُزاةِ وَخَطْوِهِمْ
إِلىuntil أنْthat يَرُدَّturns back اللهُGod يَوْمًاone day خُطَىfootsteps الرِّجْسِdefilement !
إِلى أنْ يَرُدَّ اللهُ يَوْمًا خُطَى الرِّجْسِ !
I shall pray against all the invaders and their tread,
I will invoke curses on all the invaders and their steps
until God one day turns back the footsteps of defilement!
Until God one day repeals the steps of defilement!
سَلَامِيmy greetings عَلَىto قُدْسِJerusalem السَّلامِpeace وأَهْلِهاand her people
سَلَامِي عَلَى قُدْسِ السَّلامِ وأَهْلِها
ومِنِّيand from me لَهاfor her ماwhat قَدْalready تَبَقَّىremained مِنَof النَّفْسِthe soul !
ومِنِّي لَها ما قَدْ تَبَقَّى مِنَ النَّفْسِ !
My greetings to Jerusalem of peace and her people,
My greetings to Jerusalem, the abode of peace, and its people
and from me, for her, what remains of my soul!
And from me remains what is left of my soul to it!
ولاand no بُدَّescape مِنْfrom يَوْمٍa day سَعِيدٍjoyful لِقاؤُهُmeeting it ،
ولا بُدَّ مِنْ يَوْمٍ سَعِيدٍ لِقاؤُهُ ،
يُنَسِّيmakes forget دُرُوبَpaths الدَّمْعِtears ماwhat كَانَwas مِنof بُؤْسِmisery !!!
يُنَسِّي دُرُوبَ الدَّمْعِ ما كَانَ مِن بُؤْسِ !!!
And there must be a day that is a joy to meet,
And there must come a happy day when we meet,
that makes the paths of tears forget whatever misery there was!
That makes the tear-stained roads forget what sorrow had been!!!