Nedaa Al-Droubi: Pure Hearts

Illustration: AI

We grew up loving our land

We dwelt in the hills and roamed the heights

Eagles, eagles... in this life

We roam the mountains, our hearts rich

We grew up loving our land

We traverse the skies with love for us

And we cross the deserts in our glory

We transform them into verdure

And glory and peace

We roam the mountains, our hearts rich

So come, my friends

We are yours... and you are ours

We scatter the fragrance of peace

In the farthest reaches of our land

We are yours and you are ours

One hand on our land