We don't sleep to dream

And you say to me: Do not bow to pain

And you are the one who broke my back with regret?

And you are the one who fed me from affliction and disease

And covered my face with a kiss and turned it into nothing

So my love, do you have a pen for the matter

Or have you grown too old to write?

Come on, don't bend from your illness so you don't suffer

For the soul is beside you learning

The illness has divided the heart

And made my pulse ache

So the soul has become hopeful of the reckoning

For year after year passes and there is no reckoning

No sadness or regret

To overflow us to the clouds

So, O rebel, come on, rebel with us and advance

And thank Al-Aqsa and don't speak

For if Al-Aqsa speaks and says: Ah, know that you will regret it

For the scum of the people brought order

So, O judge, don't rush and pronounce the verdict

For matters are measured by their course, so do not have mercy

And rise up with a revolution and let its fire consume it

Come on, greet the children and ignite the determination

And do not fear, for the pain is gone

Let's learn and fight the enemy who is injustice

And made the fire spread and denounce the size

Let's keep pace with the fire of the flame to ignite the body

For our hearts no longer beat with pain

Let's raise the flag and place it on the peaks

Come on, my friends Let's revive ambitions

For we are not birds who are good at words or melodies

We will pursue the enemy who spoke

And make him in no

Who will learn

Are we the owners of the cause?

We do not sleep to see the dream

Our dreams have become nightmares

If you knew, oh occupier?