To the Soul of the Child Martyr, Mohammed Al Durra

Pressed back, without supporter,
A child defenceless, confronting aggression.

Hiding, the bullets of tyrants,
Have no mercy for a child, so young.

Seeking shelter, slaughter him the criminals,
Savages, whose tyranny never waned.

Oh Mohammed, in Paradise of the eternal,
Oh Mohammed, your voice reverberates throughout.

Oh Mohammed, with you, the God of the Worlds,
Whose mercy enfolds you forever.

Oh Mohammed, who saw you grieved,
And all, if we could, would sacrifice.

A thousand million, the Muslims,
All for you, Mohammed, fathers.

Alas, where is the peace of the just?
The peace you seek is futile.

Lost it, without doubt, the usurpers,
When allowed their hatred to renew.

And boiled the blood of Arabs, East and West,
When Sharon visited the mosque.

Oh Arabs, comrades for years,
Bury that which passed, as became.

Our greatest concern, to defend against aggressors,
Who against Al Aqsa their aggression began.

My nation, would that you unite,
In lines, terrified then the enemies.

Follow Zayed, the leader of the wise,
Who called for unity and initiated.

Oh Saladin, oh the greatest conquerors,
Oh Omar, oh the dignified and the generous.

The state of the nation allures the greedy,
We seek naught but unity to satisfy.

Pressed back, without supporter,
A child defenceless, confronting aggression.

Hiding, the bullets of tyrants,
Have no mercy for a child, so young.

Seeking shelter, slaughter him the criminals,
Savages, whose tyranny never waned.

Oh Mohammed, in Paradise of the eternal,
Oh Mohammed, your voice reverberates throughout.

Oh Mohammed, with you, the God of the Worlds,
Whose mercy enfolds you forever.

Oh Mohammed, who saw you grieved,
And all, if we could, would sacrifice.

A thousand million, the Muslims,
All for you, Mohammed, fathers.

Alas, where is the peace of the just?
The peace you seek is futile.

Lost it, without doubt, the usurpers,
When allowed their hatred to renew.

And boiled the blood of Arabs, East and West,
When Sharon visited the mosque.

Oh Arabs, comrades for years,
Bury that which passed, as became.

Our greatest concern, to defend against aggressors,
Who against Al Aqsa their aggression began.

My nation, would that you unite,
In lines, terrified then the enemies.

Follow Zayed, the leader of the wise,
Who called for unity and initiated.

Oh Saladin, oh the greatest conquerors,
Oh Omar, oh the dignified and the generous.

The state of the nation allures the greedy,
We seek naught but unity to satisfy.

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