writing our life of faith and jihad forehead My eyes a desire stimulated an ambition call to reach you , O martyr , oh martyrs ! Öpülesi on each forehead like a mountain Visionary is a vurulupd , it will drown in the blood The faint sound of persecution , O martyrs , oh martyrs ! Day by day growing fire of the heart Stone gives his heart sound , born Islamic sun Call us behind you , O martyr , oh martyrs !
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