O mother,
On the road to Aytat
They interrupted my prayer
One is my love,
While the second is my soul
They said goodbye mother,
And walked toward Nabateye
Their last words were
No matter if we sacrificed our lives
For our sacred cause
I wish if my tears were a river
To bartend them
I wish if my body is a bridge
To bring them back
Between Ansar and Atleet mother
I wrote my yearning to you
With the soil of Palestine
Me and my comrades
We've experienced torture mother
And witnessed all its kinds
But we have not forgottten
Our beloved Jammoul
Let him vanish