We hope and pray once more, Palestine, that you'll be adorned with flowers, not stained with blood.
A land where valiant mothers bid farewell, their sons marching for freedom's gain.
A land where innocence, in thousands, weeps, stripped of all, yet guiltless in thrall.
A land of lovers, parting with their own, to shield their homeland's hearth and hall,
Dreaming of dawns where worry is unknown, as they sip tea under morning's thrall.
Oh Palestine, you're a land of blessings, the strongest land on earth.
Oh Palestine, your cries we heed, and we raise our voices against those who torment you.
Yet, in this world ruled by the powerful, where dominance holds sway in its domain,
Know this, Palestine, Allah's sublime power transcends, beyond all mortal claim.









