Good morning

Good morning my homeland

With you the morning departed

And made a place for it so be patient

And I want to kill it so think

Oh my homeland, in you dreams strut

And hopes in his heart are a fire that burns

And the heart wanders in his sadness

His sin increased so it became turbid

Oh my homeland, come with my generosity

My soul is your ransom and for Al-Aqsa purification

As long as my tears are a rainy season

So prostrate in the homeland and light up?

Look at a bird that departed in the darkness

And after its wing the night woke up

And the moon woke up with its hospitality

So my people, you generous ones, blossom my homeland

With the revolutions of tomorrow in its land as if it were the awaited Mahdi

And liberate the countries from the Jewish colonizers

My homeland has been suffering for thousands of years

And we are oblivious to it and its revolution in its land has been defeated

Who said: My homeland is a broken dream?

Do I have a brave knight who has been deceived?

Look at the sunrise, how it has become a moon and imagine?

The greatness of the Most Gracious is above His creation, so they were arrogant

So give good news, O Lord, on earth

For the land of prophecy in my world has become a beacon for a revolutionary who has been enlightened and thought

So, O fate, return with me to an enemy who has oppressed a people

And stolen their dream, so their face has darkened in its darkness

So, O revolutionary, ignite the revolution of a people who were able

And fill their land with the light of the star of dreams

For in it my thoughts began to fall like showers of rain

And my soul was tired of a mind that became a waterfall and melted