1. Were you between death and birth
Except a life of great deeds and hands?

2. And have you gotten used to comfort and youth
Except a day of misery, and a night of sleep?

3. And the struggle of days, and the ordeal of calamities,
With the beauty of patience, or the long jihad?

4. Humble, dignified, you rise to the heights
Like the silence of the guiding planet

5. It casts its rays here and there
And illuminates the depths and plains

6. Your ideal pyramids are the product of
Creative talents with continuous supplies

7. A world of free thought, and a vast world
Of vast expanses, spacious settlements

8. It guides the lost blind as if it were
A lighthouse of guidance on the shore of the valley

9. Rise, O pyramid youth, and watch closely
They are looking forward to your steps at the appointed time

10. And they ask you in the evening as is their habit
This Nadi! So where is the breast of the caller?

11. O agony, they did not know that you were about
To travel the journey of life and the trip of dwellings

12. O agony, they did not win as you used to bid them farewell
With a look and a call

13. They entered your house an interceding body
Alone, and death lying in wait

14. Thought is sober and the forehead is shining
Quick witted, and the soul is blazing

15. And the sun between two clouds has set
A glance struggling with its time and resisting

16. On the shore of the water canal as if
Dyed with the blood of the redeeming daylight

17. It is an image of you, and evening is approaching,
The caravan is a soul, and death is the guide

18. And the heart is in the palm of fate a
Fluttering butterfly, and life is about to run out

19. Strange that I complain of his heart when his heart
Is the treasure of contentment, goodness and happiness!

20. And the breaths betray him while he is vast
How many breaths has it relieved for a nation and country?

21. And when death comes to souls, do not ask
About the health of spirits and bodies

22. Does the absence of Abou Bishara not alarm you
Egypt chose him so do not grieve over absence

23. You preferred it for its love, O its passion!
It is Egypt, the cradle of death and birth

24. It preserved for your father the chosen deed
And cared for its noble youth among the sons

25. And it saw your offspring so its affection overflowed
For its hoped-for namesake in the grandchildren

26. It remembered your orphanhood that would orphan it
So it overflowed with love, and kissed the emerging hope

27. Lebanon competed with it for your love but I do not see
Lebanon except from the banks of "the valley"

28. The cedars in it and the palm trees both
Nests of love or thickets of a chanter

29. The land of Arabism has no borders or lodging
Unless Egypt is Damascus or Baghdad

30. And kinship in the two mosques and neighborhood
From the family of "Tareq" or "Bani Abbad"

31. I swear by the names of Nadi, and a council
Shining with the company of glories

32. And the beauty of conversations, and good companions
With memories, fragrances and valleys

33. And love for good is the essence of its mood
Pleasing the self or consoling the heart

34. If only you had listened to your friends one night
While the fire raged in passion and livers

35. The ink froze on the tips of their pens
Its screeching a wailing and a tune of mourning

36. Oh what a regret! Which elegy shall I compose
For the loyalty of my love and affection?

37. Shall I eulogize you for the nations you shared
The hardships of calamities and the joy of holidays?

38. And you spread its call and were rewarded with its voice
In the two Maghrebs the heights of glory?

39. And you connected its near and far
The womb of Arabism or the covenants of Daad

40. Rise, tell the readers what you have experienced
In the warring and hostile world

41. Describe the kingdoms and peoples as you see
With the skill of the meticulous critic

42. You fold the clouds and monsters and the land
And wander between cities and valleys

43. With the intelligence of a journalist, and insight
That invades and opens closed barriers

44. Often a news would stir with its impact
What battles of armies do not arouse

45. And it guided a tribe or misled a group
To the path of evil or the path of guidance

46. Alas my soul, how much I wished for death
The day the swords settle in the sheaths

47. Could you see in its civilization
Except scattered stones and ashes?

48. Indeed, peace you have chosen
While the land drowned in blood and darkness

49. And the people are still as you left them
The victims of passion and the prey of hatred