Al-Quds
Oh, my Creator, every Arab in your land is anguished,
And all Your words are justice and kindness,
Oh God, our Master, oh God.
Until when in this agony will the Zionist knife prevail
And from their plight, it has shattered me with so many sorrows,
Oh God, our Master, oh God.
Oh, my Creator, every Arab in your land is anguished,
And all Your words are justice and kindness,
Oh God, our Master, oh God.
The Arab is my brother,
Our heart is one, bloodied by the spear,
The Arab is my brother,
And one generation crushed by estrangement,
And the Arab is my brother,
How many Arabs are living in ruins?
Oh, my Creator, every Arab in your land is anguished,
And all Your words are justice and kindness,
Oh God, our Master, oh God.
Until when in this agony will the Zionist knife prevail
And from their plight, it has shattered me with so many sorrows,
Oh God, our Master, oh God.
The Arab, dazed in the corner, lost in bewilderment,
The Arab, at times crying out, at times wailing, at times rising.
Oh Arab, where are your glorious days? You are frozen in hesitation,
Oh Arab, change your state before catastrophe strikes,
And Jerusalem calls you, oh Arab, answer the wish.
Translated from Arabic by Aomar Boum