Rise we will, oh my motherland!
From our burnt carcasses
From our slumber, vain ashes 
The dreaded past has stolen my sleep
"Whatever you sow, so shall you reap"
The silhouette of the vulture, Faisal Mosque in the backdrop
That stinky cadaver of the grave, the fruit of hatred-crop
Those words of deception and that "et tu Brutus"
Those shaky messiahs and gagged throats with cactus
All that ups and downs, all those broken hands
All the mist in my eyes, all those quicksands 
Rise we will, Oh my motherland
Rise we will, Oh my motherland!!