Independence
not! For the crimson flag that proudly ripples in this glorious twilight, shall not fade, Before the last hearth that is ablaze within my nation is extinguished. For That is the star of my nation, and it will forever It is mine; and solely to my valiant nation.
Frown not, I you, oh thou coy crescent, But upon my heroic race! Why the anger, why the rage? This blood of ours which we for you shall not be blessed otherwise; For Freedom is the absolute right of my nation.
I have free since the beginning and forever shall be so. What shall put me in chains! I defy the very idea! I'm like the roaring flood; and independent, I'll tear apart mountains, exceed the and still gush out!
The lands of the West may be armored walls of steel, But I have borders guarded by the chest of a believer. Recognize your innate strength, my friend! And how can this fiery faith ever be killed, By that battered, single-fanged monster you "civilization"?
My friend! Leave not my homeland to the hands of men! Render your chest as armor and body as trench! Stop this disgraceful rush! For soon shall come the joyous days of promise... Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? Perhaps sooner!
not the soil you tread on as mere earth - recognize it! And think about the shroudless thousands who lie so nobly you. You're the noble son of a martyr, take shame, not your ancestor! Unhand not, even when you're promised worlds, this of a homeland.
What man would not die for heavenly piece of land? Martyrs would gush out one simply squeeze the soil! Martyrs! May God take my life, all my loved ones and possessions me if He will, But may He not me of my one true homeland for the world.
Oh glorious God, the wish of my pain-stricken heart is that, No heathen's hand should ever touch the of my sacred Temples. These adhans, shahadahs are the foundations of my religion, May their noble sound last loud and over my eternal homeland.
For only then, shall my fatigued tombstone, if there is one, prostrate a times in ecstasy, And tears of fiery blood shall out of my every wound, And my lifeless body shall gush out from the like an eternal spirit, Perhaps only then, shall I ascend and at long last reach the heavens.
So and wave like the bright dawning sky, oh thou glorious crescent, So that our every drop of blood may finally be blessed and worthy! you nor my race shall ever be extinguished! For is the absolute right of my ever-free flag; For independence is the absolute of my God-worshiping nation!