Ten years on the sun of life, the spring of Sham, and the elixir of goodness in Syria.
A decade of hope,
And the hand still wipes the rubble of injustice from the cheek of history.
Ten years,
And the cultivation of a culture of life continues in the face of the desert of a culture of death.
O revolution of every spring revolution…
O you who planted hope in the Syrian people
And restored the universe’s luster and beauty…
O you who were the healing hand of God
And the gentle support of the heavens…
Thank you.
Thank you
For being the purity of the air
And the integrity of the path
And the nobility of men…
O purest of men…
Thank you.
O joy of a mother from among the rubble that evil has cast upon her,
You were her salvation, and that of her child and ours,
From the tears of the bereaved,
You shaped the Civil Defense into an innocent smile
And hope in a strong corner where the weary find refuge.
How can the alphabet master your description?
How can meanings reach your glory?
O touch of Jesus upon the body of the homeland,
It arose free from among the dead.
You are the path when the compass is lost,
And you are the truth when the ranks are confused…
You are the spoils and the caravan
Performed by:
Abdul Qadir LahibLyrics:
Jumaa Muhammad Lahib
Director of the Research and Studies Department
Syrian Future Movement
