O WORSHIPPER OF THE TWO HOLY
MASJIDS
يا عابد الحرمين لو ابصرتنا
لعلمت انك في العبادة
تلعب
من كان يخضب خده بدموعه
فنحورنا بدمائنا تتخضب
أو كان
يتعب خيله في باطل
فخيولنا يوم الصبيحة تتعب
ريح العبير لكم ونحن
عبيرنا
رهج السنابك والغبار الأطيب
ولقد اتانا من مقال
نبينا
قول صحيح صادق لا يكذب
لا يستوي غبار خيل الله في
أنف
امرئ ودخان نار تلهب
هذا كتاب الله يحكم بيننا
ليس الشهيد بميت لا
يكذب
O Worshiper of the Two Holy
Masjids!
Had you witnessed us in
the battlefield
You would have
known that, compared to our Jihad,
Your worship is child's play.
For every tear you have shed upon your
cheek,
We have shed in its place,
blood upon our chests.
You are
playing with your worship,
While
worshipers offer your worship
Mujahideen offer their blood and person
(life).
The smell of nice perfume
of is for you,
And our perfume is
the dust and dirt (which is more pure),
And it has reached us from the sayings of our
Prophet,
The martyr is not
dead,
This is a true correct
saying, in which there is no lie.
The dust of the people of Allah is never
equal,
To a thousand men, whilst
the smoke is climbing.
This is
the book of Allah between us,
The
martyr is not dead - and this is no
lie
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