Madin Kas-Sayf
'Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.
Bold, he seeks his upheaval and sees good tidings in death.'He has clashed with the Taghut of the world. He has possession of nothing except stones.He throws them like Ababeel that tear through the wall with fright.
He has rejected humiliation and has arisen, weaving his pride with might.Like a weary fugitive has his day concealed him and passed by in concealment.Like the roaming star, his orbit falls on the path of glory.He was once not satisfied with the world at all, and injustice is his oppressor.
Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the night, the thunder, sparkling.Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.
Bold, he seeks his upheaval and sees good tidings in death.'He has clashed with the Taghut of the world. He has possession of nothing except stones.He throws them like Ababeel that tear through the wall with fright.
He hearkened unto glory when Al-Aqsa summoned its revolutionaries.He chanted, filled with longing for death, and proceeded to play his lute.The occupier set up his trickery, and his broker was seduced by it.He molded the words as promises, he embroidered his dialogue with deception.
Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.
Bold, he seeks his upheaval and sees good tidings in death.'He has clashed with the Taghut of the world. He has possession of nothing except stones.He throws them like Ababeel that tear through the wall with fright.
They cultivated his path in fright, they imposed blockade on him with starvation.So he advanced; cunning did not divert him, even as it summoned its false steps.How preposterous! He makes a truce until he should wipe away his shame with might.A volcano of faith; this Talmud is his frenzy.
Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.Sharp like the sword, the wind, the wave in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the billows, sparkling.
Bold, he seeks his upheaval and sees good tidings in death.'He has clashed with the Taghut of the world. He has possession of nothing except stones.He throws them like Ababeel that tear through the wall with fright.
So he [the occupier] built his strongholds in fear, he raised his walls in them.So he [the mujahid] blew himself up among them in anger; he fixed his nails in them.You see him as splinters of fire; a commando makes his raid.He did not slow down his pace until he carried out his decision in death
Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.
Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.Sharp like the sword, the wind, the billows in abundance.Strong like the horse, the lion, the thunder, sparkling.
Bold, he seeks his upheaval and sees good tidings in death.'He has clashed with the Taghut of the world. He has possession of nothing except stones.He throws them like Ababeel that tear through the wall with fright.'