Such a long, long way to go, even farther from the stone masks standing erect, in utter silence, and we'll go wrapped in their pride, in their distance...

We inherit this from the past
and today the face of Syria is magnified
after leaving behind so many sorrows;

I need you young brother,
young sister,
listen to what I'm saying;
I do not believe in inhuman hatred,

I do not believe man is the enemy,
I believe that with your hand and with mine
facing the villain and opposing his punishment

we some day will fill Syria with joy
delicious and golden as wheat.

For this reason we are here in your company
hopefully one day Syria can rest.

for the ocean of fishermen and farmers,
for copper and the struggles in the office,
forget the battlefield,
forget the hate,

for the bread of nightingale children,
for the good companion and woman friend.

for the sea, the rose and ear of grain,
for our forgotten countrymen,

students, sailors, and soldiers,
for the people of every land,

for the bells and the roots,
for the roads and the footpaths
that lead to the light of the whole world

and for the liberating will of the 
flags in the dawn.

All my happiness flows from this union.

Fight beside me and and use the weapon of words
instead the weapon of bullets.