The exploits of the martyr

The eye sheds tears after sadness

Who will be my reference from now on

A teacher in heroism and his knowledge is useful

His voice is absent, is there an ear to listen?

Oh Boumediene, death took you

But we... Don't try, oh colonizer, we will not kneel

Oh death, you made us cry for a person we used to call our father

When I asked death about him, tears flowed

Oh pulse of my heart, hold on between the ribs

So that you can see that the eye has become a cracking ear

With your departure, the stars collapsed and a place was built

No matter how much they wanted our Algerian people to kneel

It is impossible for the people to break their promise and submit

Oh eye, cry, for sadness has found a place in the heart