My ears, my wounds, my ears

And he did not care and left me to my habit

He burned my heartbeat and let passion fear me

For the body loved the freedom of my children

So sadness called me and cancelled the freedom of my ancestors

And the sea, if it distressed my feelings, stole all my sorrows

And hid the stars in the blue waters of the valley

Oh my wounds, control yourself and do not tell of my pain

For the long night has covered my country with its blackness

And the enemy has stolen what I hid in my refuge

And announced that his era has begun, so he destroyed my birthplace

And trampled with his dirty feet the flowers that were burned with my ashes

This is the end of tears, my friends and enemies

So leave my country and leave my glories

For Palestine is my country and it is the land of my ancestors and grandchildren

So wound me, oh my pains, oh my wounds, from my slavery

For if sadness rises up against the soul of the poet, it covers me

With feelings of humiliation, sadness breaks in my heart