Independence
Fear not! For the crimson flag that proudly ripples in this glorious twilight, not fade, the last fiery hearth that is ablaze within my nation is extinguished. For That is the of my nation, and it will forever shine; It is mine; and solely belongs to my nation.
not, I beseech you, oh thou coy crescent, But smile upon my race! Why the anger, why the rage? This blood of which we shed for you shall not be blessed otherwise; For is the absolute right of my God-worshiping nation.
I have been free since the beginning and forever be so. What madman shall put me in chains! I the very idea! I'm the roaring flood; powerful and independent, I'll tear apart mountains, the heavens and still gush out!
The lands of the West may be with walls of steel, But I borders guarded by the mighty chest of a believer. Recognize your innate strength, my friend! And think: how can fiery faith ever be killed, By battered, single-fanged monster you call "civilization"?
My friend! Leave not my homeland to the of villainous men! Render your chest as armor and your as trench! Stop this disgraceful rush! For soon shall the joyous days of divine promise... Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow? even sooner!
View not the soil you tread on as mere earth - it! And think about the shroudless thousands who lie so beneath you. You're the noble son of a martyr, take shame, hurt not ancestor! Unhand not, even you're promised worlds, this paradise of a homeland.
What man would not die for this piece of land? Martyrs gush out should one simply squeeze the soil! Martyrs! May God take my life, all my loved ones and from me if He will, But may He not deprive me of my one homeland for the world.
Oh glorious God, the sole of my pain-stricken heart is that, No heathen's hand ever touch the bosom of my sacred Temples. These adhans, whose are the foundations of my religion, May their noble sound loud and wide over my eternal homeland.
For only then, shall my fatigued tombstone, if is one, prostrate a thousand times in ecstasy, And of fiery blood shall flow out of my every wound, And my lifeless body gush out from the earth like an eternal spirit, Perhaps only then, shall I peacefully ascend and at long last the heavens.
So ripple and wave like the bright dawning sky, oh thou crescent, So that our every last drop of may finally be blessed and worthy! Neither you nor my race ever be extinguished! For freedom is the absolute of my ever-free flag; For independence is the absolute of my God-worshiping nation!