Pride of the Dinar
O Dinar of glory in the land of the free
Your dignity shines like fire within you
And even if you fall in value one day
You remain great in the eyes of the righteous..
O coin crafted from the patience of ancestors
And from the blood of heroes in the dawn
The mountains witness, and the sands witness,
That you are not like others of your kind
And you, O Dollar, even if your glow increases
Every glow without a foundation is dust...
Your numbers are meaningless
And our Dinar, its history is glorious...
For the Dinar is a heart, and a pulse of soil
It carries the pain of the people and the secrets
As for the Dollar, it is a cold face
Trampled by feet in the markets openly