Weep not, O Palestine,
For your children are not dead
Nor are your women dead
Nor your men,
Slaughtered in the name of jihad
By the thousands,
For they are martyrs,
Martyred in the name of Allah
Who will be welcoming them in paradise
And crowning them with dignity and honor,
The highest that can be attained
In all of Islam.
Rejoice, O Islam,
Rejoice, O Muhammad,
For ten thousand new martyrs
Are on their way to join you
In paradise,
On board the train which bears the souls of martyrs
And transports them to heaven
Where eternal bliss and the highest of honors,
And in the case of the men,
Sexual delights in the arms of seventy-two virgins,
Awaits them.
Bless him,
The ticket inspector who punched your tickets
As you waited to board the train,
O Palestine,
And thank him
Instead of cursing him,
He who displayed on his ticket inspector's uniform
The star of David,
For it was he who has helped your martyrs,
All ten thousand of them,
Attain the highest of honors
In all of Islam.
God bless martyrdom!
God bless the Shaheed who is martyred in the way of Istishhad!
Allah-u-Akbar!Allah-u-Akbar!
Allah-u-Akbar!
