Palestine’s freedom is no mirage
on the desert sand of Sahara.
This freedom is the wind’s sweet murmur
in the olive forest
It is the eternally beautiful fountain
springing from the depth of Mt. Sinai
Palestine’s freedom is no sterile clouds.
It is a dark black watery mass
that will pour down fertile rains
on the sandy desert.
It is a moist, benign, wet mass of clouds,
blue with pain.
Palestine’s freedom is like the olive woods
it is like Mt Sinai,
it is like rain-filled clouds,
it is an eternal truth of the universe.
Millions of this world’s human hearts uphold this vow;
they cherish with pride the truth that one day
they will surely unite
and fly this banner of truth everywhere.
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