Attack, O Lions of Falloojah,
Destroy for me a crooked head.
My cavalry long ago bowed,
In humiliation, with their gashed bellies.
Strike the invaders of 'Iraaq,
For their proofs have become exposed.
Raise your head, O brave hero,
For my split forehead is bleeding.
Your sons taught my sons,
By the whizzing of bullets singing.
Teach me, so that I become a man,
Fighting the disbelievers and infidels.
Fallujah became a hope for me,
A sister for distressed Jenin.
Never fear an invader,
Their bravest men fear chickens.
Sons of Mu’aadh and al-Qa’qaa’,
The shine of dawn has appeared.
Sons of Iraq, do not lose hope,
Be firm, sons of al-‘Oojah
For the steeds of Allaah have dashed forth,
In the morning, for glowing honor.
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