كلمات Aytat

On the Road to Aytat Village
O mother
My prayer was interrupted
By two whom I love
O mother
The first is the love of my soul
The second is my life.

They waived goodbye and marched
O mother
Towards al Nabateyeh
They said death does not frighten us
O mother
As long as our just cause.

I wish my tears were a river
O mother
To bartened them
I wish my corp is a bridge
O mother
To help them cross to motherland.

Between Ansar and Atleet
O mother
I wrote my love to you
With the soil of Palestine
O mother
Myself and my comrades.

O mother
We witnessed the pain
And, we experienced all of its kinds
So that, he who forgets *Jammoul
May lose his life.

(Jammoul: Lebanese National Resistance)