Текст песни Мишари - Рашид

I cry for Sham (Syria), beloved
Through the eyes of a struggling, oppressed
And I disappeared into her squares
Between mosques and houses
Oh Lord, save these people
And protect their entrances and exits
Save the Muslim lands
And right and left
They are oppressed and who they have
Besides You, O Lord, in these calamities!
They keep their religion
And their blood is the scent of graves
They raise their hands and pray
In times of calamity and adversity
Oh Lord, protect their honor
And themselves from every killer
They stand gloriously like shields
No guns and bombs
Their children's eyes are asleep (from death)
While the unjust monsters are awakened by fire
Their killer won't live
And their fingers (with which they killed) will not leave them
And they will fall on him like destruction
Tears of destitute mothers and widows
To Allah, O Lord, we complain
Lord of late and early (generations)
And Allah is above all tyrants
Above sharp spears and chains
And tomorrow, it will be for my Ummah
A palace in the sky decorated with burning lights
And tomorrow when the truth will inevitably prevail
And every treachery will perish ...