deliberate enemy

Let the poet's pens write whatever they want

May the nations that taught them benefit?

Let the notebooks be filled with an abundance of feelings

May the notebooks now desire renewal?

My letters have faded and are asking for more

Let them write, perhaps they will bring us sure news

If the colors of the world have hidden their brilliance

Is there anyone who will restore the light?

The darkness of the clouds has told us a lot

Let the soul praise the feelings of denunciation

And do not besiege the pen, for it is an outcast because of its sin

In the fog of the earth, live and complain for escalation

Oh revolutionary, and achieve the dreams of your martyred brother

And take the dreams of that lost bird with you

And tell him, no matter what happens, his unique dream

Is it still the freedom of the glorious homeland

The sun of your freedom has set, oh homeland

Do you now desire violence?

Do you like it to be repeated

in your ears that you are a harvest?

The harvest of the martyr's soul

Tell me or help me, I do not care

Oh homeland, except that you are on vacation tomorrow?

And from the evil of an enemy who thought himself a hero

And he is nothing but a cowardly scum

To destroy my legend he wants?

And to kill my sons for sure

Oh rebel, prepare your weapon and load it with your bullets

And get ready, for the enemy has become a thief

If he wants to destroy the country

Let him tell us to prepare for the surprise

And impose a severe siege on him

For we are not afraid of monsters who thought themselves masters

And were slaves in our country and nothing more?

Oh Habari, rejoice and compose the poem now

And do not be proud, for the life of your poem is long

And trample on the necks of the sons of Zion

And do not look back, for the jihad before you has become thunder?

So go, oh rebel, and achieve our glorious victory

And revolt as you wish, for you have excelled in revolt

So what was your victory, you cursed stubborn ones?

Rejoice in the martyr's kiss and determine your fate

For the martyr's fate is death

But you died and made Palestine a holiday?

Days no longer differentiate between the friend and the distant?

Who sold us out once and bought the fierce enemy?

We had nothing but fire and iron?

Let them disappear from our faces, and this is what the glorious one says

So, O martyr, rest and take the hand of the icy homeland?

And do not sleep alone on the grave

And wait for me, for I am not far from you?

I only want to benefit from my homeland

So do not sell my land for a cheap price

And my body does not keep pace with the age of hardship

If only those who ally with us would provide us with weapons

So that we may declare a new victory for him?

Let the ungrateful dog leave Palestine

O our God, is it not time to recharge the balance?

Come on, O Most Merciful of the merciful, say this threat

On the occasion of the birth of the son of the martyr Nasr Eid

I have always wished for happiness

In my homeland, I walk with the old wind

To keep up with the new

But

My freedom was denied, so who do you think

Among you, my brothers, sold the land of the grandson?

The dogs of Zionism studied the plan

And the enemy benefited from our history

And we follow the glories of the past

And we say: This is how my grandfather Tawus was stubborn?

He did not fear war, but was brave

He sacrificed his life and we live from his pain?

Do you think that if our thoughts are saturated

With the approach of the righteous ancestors?

Will we slaughter the lions of war, the enemy who refused

Except to be shocked by Judaization?

Before us, the glorious Lord cursed him and made him a rebellious devil?