Myself, For Al Aqsa, I Sacrifice

Scorned the faces of the enemy,
Whose blood is cold.

Myself, for Al Aqsa, I sacrifice,
Where the Prophet prostrated.

And I raise with my voice the call,
Oh, our people steadfast.

No matter how long it takes,
Al Aqsa to us is returning.

A billion Muslims,
Their conscience asleep.

A billion Muslims, futile,
Their influence waning.

A billion counted,
We need but one.

The martyr fell, and seems,
Lawless is the hateful.

The child for help cries,
And death for him lies waiting.

And the world watches,
Of their aggression a witness.

The blood of childhood sang,
The melody of glory everlasting.

The sound of stones echoes,
With promises of victory.

With the aggressor began,
And the criminal, the infidel.

A word of honour,
How often said by Zayed.*

'Never relinquish the mosque,
And for our right we fight.

The midnight journey of the Prophet of guidance,
And his ascension to the heavens.

Aggression, though strutting,
Its end is certain.

Triumphs whoever stands firm,
And for his right fights.

*His Highness Sheikh Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan,

President of the UAE

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