Part 2
Friend! Don't let scroundles into my country!
Shield with your body, let this shameless invasion stop.
Days which God has promised to give you will dawn;
Who knows, maybe tomorrow, maybe sooner than tomorrow.
Don't just pass by the places you step, know it!
Think, of the thousands lying down without coffins.
You're martyr's lineage, don't offend your ancestors;
Don't give away this beautiful land for anything.
Who wouldn't give his life for this beautiful land?
Martyrs would flow if you hold the earth, martyrs!
May God take my life, my loved ones, all that is mine,
My only wish is that may he not part me with my country.
My soul only hopes that;
You don't let any stranger touch my shrine!
These adhans which their witnessing is the foundation of the religion,*
They should echo forever in my country
Then I will gladly praise God if I can;
My bloody tears flows away from my every wound,
My corpse will gush out like an abstract soul;
Then maybe my head will touch the sky!
Sway away like horizons, O glorious crescent;
I won't ask for my spilt blood now!
There's no devastation for you nor my nation ever.
My free flag deserves freedom;
My nation which worships the rightous God deserves liberation!
