1. O my sorrowful country
I greet your pouring misfortune

2. Do not despair of injustice, for
Tomorrow its beholder is near

3. And tomorrow is a difficult day that does not please
The oppressors, tomorrow is a difficult day

4. Beam with your laughing face
And your enemy the sunset

5. After your sorrow nothing but a day
That reassures hearts

6. My anxiety for the sorrowful country
Whose markets have stopped

7. Disgraced as the palm frond whose
Leaves have fallen

8. Flapping its wings in sorrow
And its burrows ulcerated

9. Have patience, for patience
May be sweetly tasted

10. This is your enemy who does not
Spare you, these are his morals

11. Make your cup from the blood of martyrs, not grape wine
Do not let it deceive you that it

12. Was delicate and dotted with seeds
For its seeds are souls that

13. Have risen and leapt to you
So look at your face, it

14. Waved angrily in the cup
And look, blinded, for it

15. Came from the scream of ignited truth
Balfour, your day in the sky is

16. Like lightning striking from the sky
You are but the wolf that

17. Was shaped from the clay of misery
And the wolf is a beast that always

18. Harms with the smell of blood
Be disappointed in your promise, for the

19. Promise is beneath the Lord of Destiny
And to Hell you both are

20. Firewood for it for eternity
Be disappointed in your promise, for the promise will not

21. Turn away a people that awoke resolute
Do not break the promise that

22. You concluded, for it has invalidators
Woe to the promise of the old man

23. Of intentions like resting lions
Do I lose you, O my homeland, while

24. The sweat of Arabism in me pulses?
So I will go in ransom for my people

25. Diving into the whirlpool of death
Good tidings my homeland, for

26. The slumber has been shaken off the countries
Braves have risen in you, throwing

27. Souls into struggle
They paved the way to supremacy

28. And walked the path of righteousness
And the tongues of inanimate things will soon speak

29. In the cause of truth
And woe, my homeland, to those who

30. Have persisted in stubbornness
Good tidings my homeland, for the young women have risen at the right time

31. The watchful eyes of your narcissus awoke
They came from the door of the tent touching

32. In black attire
And they shouted in the face of the blind man and their right upon him is a guard

33. My homeland, you have won if the women
Cried your name in the councils

34. My homeland, upon us altogether is the pact
To walk forward

35. And to live as brothers in
Pure affection and harmony

36. And to defend you from afflictions
Racing to the baths

37. And to be, in elevating your prestige
Working constantly

38. Until you are seen sheltered
In the shade of dignity and peace