The universe hears me

Oh universe, hear me

Palestine is my land and my catastrophe

My tears and my freedom

What should I do to defeat an evil person who incited my distress?

What should I do to get rid of an enemy who caused my setback?

And banished my smile from my lips and erased my laughter?

What should I do in a foreign land, even if I am crowned a king?

Will I be patient with the separation from my town

And leaving an occupier who withered my flower?

No, Palestine, I will return and spread the light of my generosity

And renew my longing to remove my crisis

So, oh universe, hear me, oh world, listen to me

For I am serious, I will reclaim my land and regain my freedom

And expel the thief of my land and plant my tree

And declare the independence of my country and the independence of my self.