The blood is blood and blood never goes waste.
The blood does blossom although it may take time
The blood that flowed on the streets because of brutality, pure and simple,
The blood that flowed on the roads and alleyways of Cairo
The blood that was shed in the prisons
The blood that kept trickling on the pillars of gallows.
The blood of the thousands of the Ikhwanis
The blood that had been tasted by Nasser,
The blood that had been favourite of Nasser, Anwar and Mubarak
The blood that continues flowing and flowing and flowing
The blood, at last, turned into a river with no banks
The Divine Plan, however, is beyond the calculations of the Gamals, the Anwars and the Mubaraks
The destiny of the Pharoahs is drowning
The blood that has been flowing, will, at the end of the day, be glorified, honoured!
The Bravos, long live!
[Free Translation from Urdu by Dr. S. Ausaf Saied Vasfi]