Oh captive, imprisoned bird
You wish you can fly away
Until things get better
Sow a few seeds
That grow in the heart of the free
And convey the idea
That grow in the heart of the free
And convey the idea
The single seed becomes two
Twenty, two hundred
Millions, millions, millions
Oh my broken heart
Don’t spend life mourning
You might not be a big leader
But you have millions of people behind you
If your seed grows
Salah al-Din will rise
It is true that you are not him
But you are the one who brought him up
It is true that you are not him
But you are the one who brought him up
You raised him to live for the cause
You became like a tree
Even if it can’t move
It sows seeds of freedom
The single seed becomes two
Twenty, two hundred
Millions, millions, millions