Labbaik, Labbaik
O our brothers, we answer your call
Jerusalem is ours, we answer your call
O sacred land, O holy land,
Homeland of the Prophets,
Labbaik, Labbaik
At your fear, the walls and boundaries of darkness tremble,
By your light, the flowers and gardens of unity shine.
It is through your awe that Caesar and Kisra trembled,
And through your courage that Jerusalem resounded with the Takbeer.
You must become like the cry of Hazrat Umar (RA),
You must become, as it were, the sword of Salahuddin.
You must become a masterpiece of the Ottoman Empire,
You must rise from the ranks and become a commander of the army.
The one who trampled even the dignity of the oppressed,
The one who left the heart of the Ummah deeply distressed,
Some had their chests torn open, some had their heads struck off,
Some were torn apart, while others were hanged upon the gallows.
This is the dream of a prince: to see the walls of Al-Aqsa,
With the crescent as its flag, bearing the inscription of the Kalima.
There, let the moments of Suhoor and Iftar be filled with light,
And let the sermons of Eid be free from fear and danger.
You must liberate the First Qiblah; you must do so,
You must raise the flag of Islam there.
Labbaik, Labbaik
O our brothers, we answer your call
Jerusalem is ours, we answer your call
O sacred land, O holy land,
Homeland of the Prophets,
Labbaik, Labbaik
