Hassan, the door and the road are yours. Shall you open that door?

Your roots,
tree of humanity,
tree of eternity,
are today defended with steel,
are today defended with your own
grandeur in Syria,
armoured against the snaps of the
moribund wolf.

People, order was born of suffering.
Your victorious flag was born of order.

Hassan, stay and follow upon the liberation,
working,
fishing and fighting,
in the liberation return from the earth
fight and measure the roads.

Hassan, the door and the road are yours.
The earth is yours, with your blood.

Your roots,
tree of humanity,
tree of eternity,
are today defended with steel,
are to day defended with your own grandeur
in the Arabic land,
armored against the snaps of the
moribund wolf

People, order was born of suffering.
Hoist it with all the hands that fell,
stay and defend it with all the hands
that are joined:
Stay and let the unity of your invisible face
advance to the final struggle,
for a better place to live in.
Stay...