Return

Beloved Palestine, how do I sleep
While the spectrum of torture is in my eyes?
I purify the world with your name
And if your love did not tire me out,
I would've kept my feelings a secret.
The caravans of days pass and talk about
The conspiracy of enemies and friends.

Beloved Palestine! How do I live
Away from your plains and mounds?
The feet of mountains that are dyed with blood
Are calling me...
And on the horizon appears the dye.
The weeping shores are calling me
And my weeping echoes in the ears of time.
The escaping streams are calling me,
They are becoming foreign in their land.
Your orphan cities are calling me
And your villages and domes...

My friends ask me, "Will we meet again?"
"Will we return?"
Yes! We will kiss the bedewed soil
And the red desires are on our lips!
Tomorrow, we will return,
And the generations will hear
The sound of our footsteps...

We will return along with the storms,
Along with the lightening and meteors,
Along with the hope and songs,
Along with the flying eagle,
Along with the dawn that smiles to the deserts,
Along with the morning on the waves of the sea
Along with the bleeding flags,
And along with the shining swords and spears.