A farewell to the martyrs of the word
And all the martyrs of Palestine
Written by eternity.
Pain in the heart and in the soul
And tears and pleas
In the language of redemption
And vows.
There is no absence with eternal love
In a land
Grandparents.
We will come back
And our souls come back
To the riches dyed with henna.
And hold the blood of the martyrs
We will come back.
The echoes of the days sway
behind the unseen,
And draw a melody that tortures us
And our rhymes torment us,
It ignites the fires of longing
In the fortresses of our past,
And we water the roses of glory in our tomorrow
With an idea we are shaped and folded
And we prevail.
We shout out the cry of life and struggle
And we go on to the other cry.
Excuse me.
Who are we in the language of fate?!
How did we draw existence?
How did the path begin?
Behind the dams?!
How childhood became embedded in our blood
And we stayed away from it as men
And in another form,
And a scene asking us
Are we we
Or am I our alternative??!
Oh our miraculous blood in Gaza
O martyrs of dignity and pride
How long will they stay?
And in the dress of dignity
They are coming back
And in the record of glory there is history
Recorded in the ink of victory
Names of the revolutionaries
With the soldiers.
Goodbye, goodbye, fellow travelers
in Gaza
O martyrs of the word
And men of the desired position.
We will definitely come back
We will definitely come back
We call on our loved ones to leave
Let’s be patient
We write with the ink of our own blood
When the soul rests in the rich
We are filled with longing,
Goodbye back
With the text of eternity.
Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you
A victory strengthened by steadfastness
We will definitely come back
We will definitely come back.
