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To the Land of Peace/إلى أرض السلام

Updated: Apr 9


To the Land of Peace..


Palestine remains, and the other will leave

Even if the years and the adversities are long


Palestine, even if our hands are not in your land, our tongues shall not betray it.

Palestine, spring of the land... fall has been long.


I feel sorry for whoever was the reason,

For every happy occupier,

For a child who cried while he was far away from his mother

For a father who lost his home

For a mother who entrusted her light to protect a homeland

For the greedy world, but when this matter arises, is satisfied with little

For the world that remains silent and suppresses evidence


Are the oppressors accustomed to seeing the oppressed in the dark?

Will there be a place in the West Bank for “international peace agreements”?

If hypocrisy is between the lines of speech,

Then be a hypocrite for once to the world and align with the truth,

indeed the truth has no sins.


Palestine is to be written even if the pen dries.

Palestine is to be carved on the stone of vengeance.

Palestine is the land and is the time.


Palestine remains, and the other will leave

Even if the years and the adversities are long


- Shahd Al Sultan

 

إلى أرض السلام..

فلسطین باقیة و تِلكَ سوف ترحل

إن طالت السنین و إن طالت المِحن


فلسطین وإن لم تكن أیدینا في ارضك، فألسنتنا لن تخونھا

فلسطین یا ربیع الأرضِ… لقد طال الخریف


حسرتي على من كان السبب

حسرتي على كل طاغِ سعید

حسرتي على طفلٍ بكى و عن أمھ بعید

حسرتي على أبٍ لبیتھ و لعائلتھ فقید

حسرتي على أمٍ استودعت نورھا لیحمي وطناً

حسرتي على عالم یطمع و لَكِ یكتفي بالقلیل

حسرتي على عالم، یصمت و یكبت الدلیل


فھل اعتاد الظالمون على رؤیة المظلومینَ في الظلام؟

و یا ترى ھل لعھودِ السلامِ في الضفةِ مكان؟

فإن كان النِفاق بین سطورَ الكلام

فنافقوا العالم لمرةٍ و انصروا الحق ، ولن یكون لقِول الحقِ آثام


فلسطین لتُكتب وإن جف القلم

فلسطین لتُحفرعلى حجرِ النِقم

فلسطین ھي الأرض وھي الزمن


فلسطین باقیة و تِلكَ سوف ترحل

إن طالت السنین و إن طالت المِحن


- شھد السلطان

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