O, sun, O! Throw your rays in the eyes of the gun holder,
Blind and distract the evil growing older.
O, wind, O! Rumble the Earth, take away what is on his shoulder;
The gun, the scope, and the darkness of the soldier.
O, sea, O! Cleanse the defiled with salt and strike with anger,
And with the boiling rage of souls lost, let cities smolder.
O, anyone, O! Stand still not, act, not endlessly wonder,
For our existence and dignity they sunder.
O, anything, O! We have banished our humanity down under,
And desperate me, the help of nonsense is begging for.
PS. this land does not beg - with pride it survives,
But a lover, for their love, would beg for multiple lives.
In this land, they find joy in kids’ blood shedding,
And find fear in our voices singing,
For our songs remind them we are the beginning -
The beginning of the past, and with us the future is ending.
Even the land recites the truth with each day passing;
Olives, fig trees and Zeit and Za’tar are here, our right, marking.
They witnessed the hounds barbarically afflicting,
And God’s chosen nation, in his name sinning.
But, from our misery we shall continue springing,
And from your fake prosperity you shall continue suffering.
Sons of a lesser God stripped me of my name and identity,
Left me a stranger on the soil I tended with my own hands daily.
However, dear soil, I see your beauty covered with your enmity,
I see the real you throughout the words they say viciously,
The real you - not what they try to sow in history, desperately.
I see the blooming Jasmin behind the bitter cactus of Naji Al-Ali,
I see that your fondness is, of their ***** presence is not worthy.
I see that the true you; your divinity,
Not as them, who see you as a shelter for a refugee.