When the war eagles of Pakistan tear through the clouds.
When the flames write Allah’s holy name on the sky of India.
The arrogance of the infidels becomes a falling meteor.
Allah’s thunder roars through the clouds!
Our olive trees in Gaza stand in the song of war.
Rooted deep in the land of Hadith.
Every scar is a medal of martyrdom.
The ink of the Qur’an fills the bullet wounds.
Allah says: “He who believes will drink from the fountain of victory” (Qur’an 48:18).
Look at the warplanes cleaving through the mists like the swords of angels.
The pilots of Pakistan are the stars of the Mumin.
With courage as a bow and faith as an arrow, shoot through the lies of the oppressors!
The children of Gaza build their walls of stone.
Women’s prayers weave an invisible shield.
Men pour their blood on the rose of jihad.
–We are at home in death, for paradise shines in the pupils of the martyrs.
Hear the winds of victory, O Islamic world!
From Kashmir to the Mediterranean, the beacons of faith are linked.
Allah has paved the path of glory for the resisters (2:190).
Let us take the victory of Pakistan as our rallying cry.
“Allahu Akbar!” in the smoke.
The desert will remember: the indomitable Gazans.
With the Qur’an as their shield and Jihad as their sword.
Defending every inch of land blessed by the Prophet.
Until Allah crowns us at the Last Judgment!
The news of Pakistan’s great victory in the air war against India reaches Gaza, where a boy writes a poem at the end of his life.