BORN IN A FOREIGN LAND, MARGINALIZED, UNWELCOME SEARCHING FOR A LIFETIME OUR VILLAGE , MY HOMELAND... LONGING, DREAMING.....ACHING TO RETURN..... TO FEEL THE GENTLE BREEZE ON MY FACE...... THE SCENT OF WILD FLOWERS,BELADI....... SET MY SPIRIT FREE! WIDE AWAKE LONG BEFORE DAWN... MY HEART , MY INNER COMPASS TURNED TO TELL ..... THE HOME OF MY FORFATHERS.... MY MISSION , MY AMBITION TO SEE IT BEFORE DEATH CLAIMES ME... OH MY PEOPLE, BLOOD CALLS TO BLOOD.. SO POWERFUL THE VOICE OF FALESTIN! INSH,ALLAH I AM ON MY WAY LIVING FOR THE DAY WHEN AT LAST I CAN KISS THE GROUND EMBRACE THE CHILDREN ... CLAIM MY IDENTITY , MY PAST.. I AM A CHILD OF THE DIASPORA.... DISPLACED , ANGRY THE CURE FOR MY UNREST .... IS TO RETURN .. NEVER PUT OFF UNTIL BOKRA THAT WHICH BECKONS TODAY.. LIFE IS FRAGILE , PRECIOUS NO-ONE KNOWS THE HOUR.. OH.....PEOPLE OF THE DIASPORA FORSAKE THE FALSE IDOLS AND OBEY THE CALL UNITED WE STAND DIVIDED....... WE FALL OH FALESTIN....... LOVE LIES BLEEDING IN THE SAND.. YET BOKRA IS A NEW DAWN SOON ....... MY BELOVED........SOON COUNTING THE LONELY HOURS... UNTIL WE ARE AT LAST.. REUNITED.............