Текст и перевод песни Muhammad Al Muqit - Syria Nasheed

Syria Nasheed

روحك مايهمها إعتقال .
مهما طال السجن وطال.
هذا دربك درب رجال.
يابا درب رجال يابا درب رجال.
سجنك خلوه وابتهال.
والزنزانة جمع أبطال.
منك سجانك ماينال لالا ماينال .
راسك عالي جبينك عالي .
قسما صامد مثل جبال.
وانت الغالي لأهلك غالي.
قسما تحريرك بالبال.
لو سجنوا جسمك يا محارب
أو غطوا منك العيون
تبقى الحر ويبقى الغاصب
بديارك هوه المسجون
عهدا منا نوفي الدين
ما ننساكم أسرانا
حنا واياكم صامدين
يوم الفرحه ملقانا
أكثر من عشرة آلاف
جوه السجن لا مانخاف
ربع الشعب بسجنوا طاف
والعالم شاف وما شاف
بدنا القسامي الخطاف
يأسر ويحرر أجيال
لو سجنوكـِ خيتا الحره
ما يهمك نذل وجلاد
باذن الله حتعود الكره
ترجع تتحرر البلاد
انتي الحره عشقتي الموت
لما نادى مولانا
حسره عاللي سمعوا الصوت
لا ما لبوا أقصانا
خيتا تحريرك همي
وبسجنك لا ما تهتمي
قسما لو صفوا دمي
ما تظلي بهالعتمه
خيتا يا فخر الأمه
انتي العزه بالنزال
يا صهيوني مهما تكبر
وسجونك فوق الثلاثين
سجانك يطغى ويتجبر
وبأرضي يبني الزنازين
بلغ سجن النقب وعوفر
حمحم صوت أبطالنا
جاي اليوم اللي نتحرر
هذي الأرض ديارنا
حتصيروا كلكم جلعاد
ونأسركم جوه البلاد
جايي يومك يا جلاد
وراية اسلامي تنعاد
ودولة صهيوني تنباد
وحلمك صهيوني نغتال

Syria Nasheed

Your soul doesn't care about imprisonment.
No matter how long the prison and how long.
This is your path, the path of men.
Oh father, the path of men, oh father, the path of men.
Your prison is a retreat and a prayer.
And the cell is a gathering of heroes.
Your jailer will not reach you, no, he will not reach you.
Your head is high, your forehead is high.
I swear, you are steadfast like mountains.
And you are precious to your family, precious.
I swear, your liberation is on our minds.
If they imprison your body, O warrior,
Or if they cover your eyes from you,
You will remain free, and the usurper will remain
In your lands, he is the prisoner.
We pledge to pay the debt,
We will not forget you, our prisoners.
We are steadfast with you,
On the day of joy, we will meet you.
More than ten thousand,
Inside the prison, we are not afraid,
A quarter of the people were imprisoned, it was done,
And the world saw and did not see.
We need the kidnapper.
He captures and liberates generations.
If they imprison you, my free sister,
Don't worry about the vile and the executioner.
God willing, the ball will return,
The country will be liberated again.
You are the free woman who loved death,
When our Lord called,
Regret for those who heard the voice,
But they did not attend to our Al-Aqsa.
My sister, your liberation is my concern,
And I do not care about your imprisonment.
I swear, if they shed my blood,
You will not remain in this darkness.
My sister, O pride of the nation,
You are the honor in the struggle.
O Zionist, no matter how much you grow,
And your prisons are over thirty,
Your jailer commits tyranny and oppression,
And he builds dungeons in my land.
He reached the prisons of the Negev and Ofer,
The voices of our heroes roared.
The day will come when we will be liberated,
This land is our homeland.
You will all become Gilad,
And we will capture you inside the country.
Your day is coming, O executioner,
And the Islamic banner will be restored.
And the Zionist state will be annihilated.
And our Zionist dream will be assassinated.