A Body Whose Heart Is Sick

A body whose heart is sick,
Gas bombs were thrown,
Can't pump blood anymore,
But he still thinks he is alive.

An ummah with two billion inhabitants,
But the minimum of faith is experienced,
Trying to wake everyone blindfolded,
An ummah thinks it is an ummah.

Jerusalem weeps, torments in the world,
The fire around the tears can't put out,
However, 144 thousand acres of land full of age,
Al-Aqsa formation penalty...

If I write now, will my poem reach the mujahids?
If I shout, will my voice echo in Jerusalem?
My cowardice does not suit my faith,
My feet need Jerusalem power...