We are one people, an army for truth
We do not fear death,
No matter how fiercely it roars
No, by my Lord, we are not exaggerating
When we cry out:
We will sacrifice ourselves for you,
And we love death even more
This is Beirut, O Baghdad, weeping
Wipe away the tears, for tears are red
If you weep today, we weep every day
Every inch of you, O Baghdad, is precious
Your people, humanity, have become martyrs
Glorify God for him, for God is greater
When the heavenly religions mourned him
I thought that God
In the highest heavens glorifies
My poetry died when wars consumed us.
Tell me, if you hear the grave, does it feel?
Tell me, if you see the letter complaining,
It is my letter... shattered on my palm.
It is my voice...
And does the voice have an impact?
When I speak... like dreams that evaporate.
It is my heart,
O my heart, have mercy on me.
You, Baghdad, are more knowledgeable
About the oppressed.
It is my life... O life that has crumbled.
They all lived... and my death is inexplicable.
A group A treacherous force
Sweeps across my land
Resembling Satan, nay,
Even more cunning in evil
Killing children, taking innocent women captive
If we were to describe purity,
We would say: they are purer still
They declared us infidels after faith and piety
And forgot that they are the most unbelieving
In God,
Do not say: The fire is sweeping across the hills
It will not remain because the grass is green
It will not remain because truth is stronger
Than the evil one who detonated
His own evil among the people
Nineveh and Mosul, the verdant, have become
A revolution, to avenge the madness of hatred
A mighty army protected them, no He cares
He came to her today, victorious and triumphant
He came to her... and the ululations responded
Look at the devil, vanquished by faith
Look at him, writhing like black snakes
Beneath feet of steel, he is slaughtered
Displacement has terrified us,
O Baghdad, rise up,
So that you may bring back your weeping,
Displaced child
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