Arabian wind, The needle's eye is thin, The ships of state sail on mirage, 阿拉伯风，针眼细，状态启航的船只上的海市蜃楼，

And drown in sand, Out in no-man's land where Allah does command. 而淹没在沙，出在没有人的土地上真主的确命令。

   

What good is spilling blood? It will not grow a thing; 有什么好处流血？它不会成长的事情;

Taste eternity the swords sing: Blues of Allah In 'sh'Allah. 品味永恒剑星：真主在“ shAllah的蓝调。

   

They lie where they fall, There's nothing more to say, 他们自行承担，没有什么多说的，

The desert stars are bright tonight lets meet as friends, 沙漠星星是璀璨，今晚让见面的朋友，

The Flower of Islam, The Fruit of Abraham. 伊斯兰教的花，亚伯拉罕的果实。

   

The thousand stories have come round to one again, 千故事都前来一一遍，

Arabian night, Our Gods pursue their fight, 阿拉伯之夜，​​我们的神追求自己的战斗，

What fatal flowers of darkness bloom from seeds of light. 什么黑暗的致命花朵光种子开花。

   

Bird of paradise fly in white sky, Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah, 天堂鸟在白色的天空飞翔，蓝色为真主在“ shAllah ，

Let's see with our heart, These things our eyes have seen, 让我们与我们的心脏看到的，这些东西我们的眼睛所看到的，

And know the truth must still lie somewhere in between. 而明白真道仍必须存在于两者之间。

   

Under eternity, under eternity, under eternity blue, 在永恒，永恒下，在永恒的蓝色，

Bird of paradise fly in white sky, Blues for Allah In 'sh'Allah. 天堂鸟在白色的天空飞翔，蓝色为真主在“ shAllah 。