Palestine, how can I forget you
My land is far away, measured by miles, thousands
But the aqan of Aqsa Mosque is melodious
It sounded in my ears.
Palestine, how can I forget you
When young children in Gaza dozens of years age, responding to the barrel of steel with free stones, then the wrists and arms, who do not scream like our Indonesian children are oppressed them - but watch their broken bones will intertwine and stretch out a very long chain, twisting their opponent's neck, dragging the body of the unjust to hell, An Naar.