Mawtini ( My Homeland)

Mawtini (Arabic: موطني‎ “My Homeland”) is a popular poem written by the Palestinian poet Ibrahim Touqan (Arabic: إبراهيم طوقان‎) circa 1934. It was the de facto national anthem of Palestine since then and until 1967. It is also recognized in Syria and Algeria, as well as other Arab states, as an anthem as to show their support for the Palestinian cause. The original music was composed by Muhammad Fuliefil (Arabic: محمد فليفل‎). During the years it became very popular through the Arab world.

 

 

 

English translation

My homeland, My homeland

Glory and beauty, Sublimity and splendor

Are in your hills, Are in your hills

Life and deliverance, Pleasure and hope

Are in your air, Are in your Air

Will I see you? Will I see you?

Safe and comforted, Sound and honored

Will I see you in your eminence?

Reaching to the stars, Reaching to the stars

My homeland, My homeland

My homeland, My homeland

The youth will not tire, 'till your independence

Or they die, Or they die

We will drink from death

And will not be to our enemies

Like slaves, Like slaves

We do not want, We do not want

An eternal humiliation

Nor a miserable life

We do not want

But we will bring back

Our storied glory, Our storied glory

My homeland, My homeland

The sword and the pen

Not the talk nor the quarrel

Are our symbols, Are our symbols

Our glory and our covenant

And a duty to be faithful

Moves us, moves us

Our glory, Our glory

Is an honorable cause

And a waving standard

O, behold you

In your eminence

Victorious over your enemies

Victorious over your enemies

My homeland, My homeland

 

Latin alphabet transliteration

Mawṭinī mawṭinī

Al-jalālu wa-l-jamālu wa-s-sanā'u wa-l-bahā'u

Fī rubāk fī rubāk

Wa-l-ḥayātu wa-n-najātu wal-hanā'u wa-r-rajā'u

Fī hawāk fī hawāk

Hal arāk hal arāk

Sālimān munaʿamān wa ġānimān mukarramān

Sālimān munaʿamān wa ġānimān mukarramān

Hal arāk fī ʿulāk

Tabluġu s-simāk tabluġu s-simāk

Mawṭinī mawṭinī

Mawṭinī mawṭinī

Aš-šabābu lan yakilla hammahu an yastaqilla aw yabīd, aw yabid

Nastaqī mina r-radá wa lan nakūna li-l-ʿidā' kālʿabīd, kālʿabīd

Lā nurīd lā nurīd

Ḏullanā al-mu'abbada wa ʿayšanā al-munakkada

Ḏullanā al-mu'abbada wa ʿayšanā al-munakkada

Lā nurīd bal nuʿīd

Majdanā t-talīd majdanā t-talīd

Mawṭinī mawṭinī

Mawṭinī mawṭinī

Al-ḥusāmu wa-l-yarāʿu lā l-kalām wa-n-nizāʿu

Ramzunā ramzunā

Majdunā wa ʿahdunā wa wājibun ilá l-wafā'

Yahuzzunā yahuzzunā

ʿIzzunā ʿizzunā

Ġāyâtun tušarrifu wa rāyâtun turafrifu

Ġāyâtun tušarrifu wa rāyâtun turafrifu

Yā hanāk fī ʿulāk

Qāhirān ʿidāk qāhirān ʿidāk

Mawṭinī mawṭinī

I remember the very first time i listened to it. I couldn't hold my tears back. Comparing what the poet wished for his homeland to the painful reality is just heartbreaking.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mawtini