Nasheed (( My Nation )) أمتي . By The Amazing Abu Abd Al-Malek أبو عبدالملك ..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5xmur1uL7A
The Translation ..
((( Come My Brother ..
Come With Me To See And Think About Our Ummah's (( Nation )) State ..
That Ummah ,, Which Was The Best Ummah ..
The Leading , The Dominating , The Teaching Ummah ..
The Ummah Which Was Supposed To Extract Humanity From The Ignorance's Swampland .And The Mud Of Darkness ..
Come To Turn The Pages Of The Past ..
The Present Is Empty Paged ..
After That Our Ummah Has Lost Leadership And Domination ,, And Became A Ravin To Every Single Deceitful Miscreant ..
And It Lost It's Pride And Freedom Throwing It Self In The Arms Of Straying And Loss ..
Come To Bring Back The Good Days And To Tear Down The Edifice Of Oppression ..
And To Raise The Flag Of Justice ,, And To Bring Back Pride And Glory ..
And We Won't Have This Until We Have Our Necks Crushed For The Sake Of GOD ..
Islam And Truth Will Raise Up Only With The Sculls Of The Good Men ..
And How Long We Have Waited That Day .. )))
What A Wound Deeply Set In The Heart Of Glory .. What A Billow Roaring In The Sea Of Humiliation ..
What A Sorrow Ummati (( My Ummah )) Even What Tears In The Eyes ,, What A Shared Sorrow ..
Ummati Oh , My Heart What Happened To You ,, Your Fortunate Territory Became Like A Graveyard ..
Every Single Part Of You Is A Sea Of Blood ,, Every Part Of You Is Platform Destroyed ..
The Defect Spear Is Planted In The Lines Of Pride And Glory Being Glanced By Eyes ..
How Many Forts Were Defeated By Us ,, But We Open Our Mouths In The Face Of Conspiracy ..
That Very Face That Takes Our Causes The Way It Takes Gags And Jokes ..
O Time Don't Blame Us ,, Our Glory That Was Buried Alive Is Voiceless ..
How Would I Complain While The Hearing Is Closed ,, And The Main Concern For Men Is Trade ..
A Group Of Them Is Selling The Religion Publicly ,, Kissing The Pretty Lady And Lushing ..
Another Group Is Staying On Treasures ,, That Doesn't Care If It Was Misery Or Protents ..
Don't Consider ,, So The Facts Are Brimfuled ,, With Grief O Ummati And The Tears Are Running ..
It's An Eve Walking Uncaring ,, It's Earning Wastes Of Playing .
Indeed ,, The Life We're Living Is Cringe ,, And We're Accepting It Even If The Ferocious Is Coming Closer ..
O GOD ,, My People Are Raising Up The Grifter ,, And Considering The Real Friend As The Trouble Maker ..
O Time Talk About Men ,, About A Time When Consciences Were Undead ..
Will I Ever Be Able To See You One Day Writing Glorious Deeds With Glory For Us ..
This Is My Long Timed Dream To See You Prideful And I Know GOD Is Capable ..