Paroles et traduction مشاري العفاسي - Syria

Syria

يا سوريا
رغم الألم
وكل دمعة وكل دم
جسر الأمان اللى انهدم
دربك يوديكى الأمان
ايدى على قلبى وأنا
ألقى انينك و العنى
وأقول يا رب مسنا
واخواننا در و هوان
الشام تتفجر حمم
والجرح بالجرح التحم
الموت تغرق به أمم
والخوف يسبح فى المكان
احنا جسد لما اشتكى
عضو تداعى لو بكى
وجرح على جرح اتكى
صار الألم دفا وحنان
أبكي على شام الهوى
بعيون مظلوم مناضل
وادور فى ساحاتها
بين المساجد والمنازل
رباه سلم أهلها
واحمى المخارج و المداخل
واحفظ بلاد المسلمين
عن اليمائن و الشمائل
مستضعفين فمن لهم يا رب
غيرك فى النوازل
مستمسكين بدينهم
ودمائهم عطر الجنادل
رفعوا الأكف تضرعوا
عند الشدائد و الزلازل
يا رب صن أعراضهم
ونفوسهم من كل قاتل
وقفوا دروعا حرة
دون البنادق و القنابل
نامت عيون صغارهم
واستيقظت نار المعاول
لا عاش قاتلهم ولا
دامت له يوما أنامل
وعليه أصبح حوبة
دمع الثكالى و الأرامل
لله رب المشتكى
رب الأواخر و الأوائل
والله فوق المعتدين
فوق الأسنة و السلاسل
وغدا يكون لأمتى
صرح تزينه المشاعل
وغدا إذا الحق اعتلى
حتما سيزهق كل باطل

Syria

O Syria,
Despite the pain,
Every tear and every drop of blood,
The bridge of safety that was demolished,
Your path takes you to safety,
Hands over my heart as,
I hear your cries and misery,
And I say, "O Lord, have mercy on us,
And our brothers and sisters in need and humiliation,"
Sham erupts with lava,
And wound upon wound intensifies,
Nations drown in death,
And fear swims through the air,
We are a body, so when it complains,
A limb is affected when it cries,
And wound upon wound is inflicted,
Now pain has become warmth and compassion,
I weep for Sham, the beloved,
Through the eyes of an oppressed and struggling one,
And I search her lands,
Amidst the mosques and houses,
My Lord, protect her people,
And guard her exits and entrances,
And preserve the land of Muslims,
From all sides,
Oppressed, who will help them, my Lord,
Except You in times of hardship?
Holding fast to their faith,
And their blood is the fragrance of the valleys,
They raise their hands in supplication,
In times of adversity and calamity,
O Lord, protect their honor,
And their souls from every killer,
They stand as free shields,
Against the guns and bombs,
Their children's eyes sleep,
And the fire of the bulldozers awakens,
May their killers not live,
Nor their fingers last a day,
And upon them may fall,
The tears of the bereaved and widows,
To Allah is our complaint,
The Lord of the last and the first,
And Allah is above the oppressors,
Above the spears and chains,
And soon for my nation,
A palace will be adorned with torches,
And soon when truth prevails,
Surely all falsehood will perish.