In the bend of the valley dwells a shepherdess

There... across the paths

She shelters in the shadow of the moon

And loves the hour before dawn

And spreads her hopes upon the roses —

Hopes of promises... whose sweetness will bestow,

In my name, what was... and what shall be.

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The time of humiliation shall not last long

«And you wander among the rocks»

Our land shall return... in safety

We shall not pass our lives in this wrong

We shall live and we shall struggle...

We were created for struggle

Here is our nation, vying in the strife...

Its one care, that we regain what we have lost...

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Ah... how sweet those dwelling-places

Love has pitched its tent over them

They are fragrance and life

They are hope for the heart...

And there, in the climbing hills,

Crouches my house...

Amid verdant thickets...

And the treasures of the earth are in them —

How far from them the barrenness of this valley! —

Birds filling the earth... my song,

Sweet of rhythm, in the land of my country...

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We shall return...

Our hearts kindle a fire...

And we shall restore

The glory of a land now set...

The owl has croaked over it...

And it wailed in grief.

Our tomorrow...

This tomorrow... is our aspiration

It defies fate...

It does not fear danger

Its young men were created of struggle...

The dew is in their blood

They do not fear death

Their aims... crane upward toward the heights

O friend, what is this creed

That has crystallized the most wretched of minds

In my country!

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To your sanctuary, beloved «Palestine»,

We shall come back...

We shall blunt the tyranny of a people

And we shall thunder...

We shall tear down... and shatter

Every small-souled being...

To your sanctuary, O rich house,

We shall return

We shall grind humiliation... and wipe out sorrow

And we shall give freely

Of our blood... that we may bring back...

Our sweetest days

In your dwellings... O my country