A prayer to Palestine

O Lord, lift up the sorrow from the stone,

And let Al-Quds no longer weep alone.

Unveil the dawn, break every heavy chain,

And dry the tears of Palestine’s deep pain.

Unite our hearts, ignite the dormant spark,

To guide the broken through the bitter dark.

Oh, put us to the labor of Your will,

Until the promise of Your truth fulfill.

Let the long years of grim captivity now cease,

And wake the nations to a conscious peace.

Send forth the Omars, Saladins of old,

As one true flock within a sacred fold.

Then Palestine, the garden of the rose,

Shall find at last its triumph and repose.

Returning to its blessed, golden era,

With skies of freedom shining ever clearer.