On this terrain; there is what deserves to be lived for:

April's frequent coming,

Breads aroma on the dawn,

Woman's opinion of men,

Aeschylus's works,

The love's beginning,

Grass on a stone,

And the invaders fear of memories.

On this terrain; there is what deserves to be lived for:

The end of September,

A dame enters the forties with all her apricot,

The sun hour in prison,

Clouds imitating bevies of creatures,

People's cheers to those who went smiling to their death,

And the tyrants fear of songs.

On this terrain; there is what deserves to be lived for:

On this terrain, there is the dame of the terrene,

Mother of the beginnings,

Mother of the finalities,

Here name was Palestine,

Here name is now Palestine,

My dame, I deserve, because you are my dame

I deserve life…