You are Ours
You are ours,
You are the tents,
Brought by the darkness,
Trampled by the wicked,
You are ours, you are.
You are the homes,
Hurt by destruction,
Your voice is the pain,
They whipped your women, and we were pained,
They killed your children, and we cried,
Oh, and we negotiated,
We told them you are ours.
Our Lord is their Lord, and Islam is our religion,
With faith, with struggle, with peace,
You are ours.
You will no longer remain prey to the beasts... you will not live as a prisoner of chains.
We have sworn the oath of our ancestors... your precious glory must return.
Your radiant spring will adorn the hills... so always endure with more resilience.
Translated from Arabic by Aomar Boum