She is beauty and grace,
She is feminine rage,
She is an actor and a singer,
She is a sister and a mother,
She is the eldest daughter.

حِجابُها حارسُها،
وأظافرُها سلاحُها،
فهيا وجه فلسطين على متن تلاوة الطائراتين
مع البسمة و الكوفية فوق رأسها،
و قد نزفت حتى اليوم السابع
وغضبها الشاسع آتٍ


She is the Revolution.
She kicks your rifle to the ground,
Her plastic gun is stronger.
She is the flower of the south,
Her screams are always louder.

She is the cedar standing tall,
She is the olive tree that will not bow,
She is the whisper of Fairuz at dawn,
She is the city that will not go down.

Miss Levantine —
She is not just a pageant queen.
She is war and peace,
She is hope and grief,
She wears her sorrow in silence,
Her wounds like a sash,
She is raising the children of war,
She alone has the hands that know how to heal and fight.


هيَ دمشقُ في الشّتاء،
هيَ القُدسُ عند الغُروب،
هيَ بيروتُ تنهَضُ منَ الرّماد،
هيَ غزّةُ حيّةٌ تحتَ الدّمار.

I pray for Mary,
Our lady of Lebanon,
She is the sad mother,
She is the salt of the sea,
She is the salt of Her tears.
Her sun-fire crown burns bright,
She is the fire in Her veins,
She is the light of Her way while
She walks where herstory bleeds.

I pray for Gaïa,
She is the soil that carries Her footprints,
She is the skies that listen to Her voice,
She is the breath of a broken land.

I pray for Laventine,
She is the woman who will not fall,
She is the woman who will only rise,
She is yesterday's grief,
She is tomorrow's resistance,
She's the beginning and the return,
She is everything or nothing at all.