Текст и перевод песни مشاري العفاسي - Al Shahid

Al Shahid

أبكي على شام الهوى بعيون مظلومٍ منــاضل
وأذوب في ساحاتها بين المساجــد والمنــازل
ربّاه سلّم أهلها واحم المخــارج والمداخــــــل
واحفظ بلاد المسلمين عن اليمائن والشمــائل
مستضعفين فمن لهم يارب غيرك في النوازل
مستمسكين بدينهم ودمــاؤهم عطر الجــــادل
رفعوا الأكف تضرعوا عند الشدائد والــزلازل
يارب صن أعراضهم ونفوسهم من كــل قاتل
وقفوا دروعا حرة دون البنادق والقنابـــــــل
نامت عيون صغارهم واستيقظت نار المعاول
لا عاش قاتلهم ولادامت له يومـــاً أنامـــــــل
وعليه أصبح حوبةً دمـــــع الثكالى والأرامـل
لله رب المشكتى رب الأواخـــر والأوائـــــــل
والله فوق المعتدي فوق الأسنّة والسلاســـل
وغداً يكون لأمتي صرح تزينه المشاعـــــل
وغداً إذا الحق اعتلى حتماً سيزهق كل باطل

The Martyr

I weep for the beloved Damascus with the tearful eyes of a struggling victim.
I melt in its courtyards, between the mosques and the homes.
Oh Lord, protect its people and guard its exits and entrances.
And protect the lands of the Muslims from the deceitful and the wicked.
They are oppressed, so who is there for them, my Lord, besides You in times of adversity?
They cling to their religion, and their blood is the perfume of struggle.
They raise their hands in supplication during hardships and earthquakes.
Oh Lord, protect their honor and their souls from every murderer.
They stood as free shields against rifles and bombs.
The eyes of their children slept, but the fire of the pickaxes awoke.
May their killers never live, and may their fingers never rest in peace.
And upon him be the burden of the tears of the bereaved and the widows.
To God, the Lord of complaint, the Lord of the last and the first.
And God is above the aggressor, above the spears and the chains.
And tomorrow there will be a palace for my nation, adorned with torches.
And tomorrow, when truth prevails, surely all falsehood will perish.