We gave them day
They gave us night;
It was not forthright
They bore a disguise

Where is delight?
It fled, with them in sight!
Where is mirth?
It wilted with plight!

There is plague:
A demon’s hour,
A century’s fever,
Unkind to all men

The wells run dry
The olives take flight
And heritage – lies
Everything – dies

What is this Hour?
We’ve been disowned:
Citizens of paradise –
Al-Aqsa is our Home!

Our refuge with God,
Our shade under wings;
A symphony of hope –
Trembling in our souls:

‘From the river to the sea
From the river to the sea
Palestine will be free –
From the river to the sea!’