1. O night of power preferred over ages and epochs
You stirred memories in the heart so it flared up in flames

2. And how would it not flare up in fire that knocks it down
A heart that sees the edifice of Islam overturned

3. It sees the rituals of Allah's religion fleeing
Defiled by adversity going wherever it went

4. Where is the restraint which the storm twists
Those who open their eyes see death as their desire

5. Because of the neighing around the flanks of horses and the temptation
Of spears that rip through the veils like clouds' attire

6. Each self-righteous hypocrite
Striking the ribs of the oppressed if he was hit

7. As if their swords raised at each spark
Were a bridge to Gardens of Paradise they built

8. O night of Qadr, O shade we take refuge in
If the heat wave of summer afflicted us

9. The memory of you every year at dawn has made me weep
Calling from the world of the unseen the Arab youth

10. I stand praising the struck hands
For the humiliation from the enormity of that conquest and its marvel

11. They dispersed in every city in groups
Appointing from their shackles monuments

12. Were it not for the remaining rebels standing firm
In the shadow of Oran quenching the thirst of their enemy

13. It would flee from their armies
Frightened by the injustice the oppressor did

14. I would say the state of Islam in a country
Was at its highest minaret then it faded

15. O night of Qadr, raise our nation's worth
Fiercely attack the devils and rise up

16. Abdelkrim, the generous one, who the Generous granted
Relieved a people of their stumbling with what He gave

17. The only ones who disliked his revolutionary treasures
Were the repugnant bats, ruined is what they overturned

18. They plunged into the depths of a pit for them
Clinging to a blood-stained rope

19. A rope which the devil holds one end of
And the treacherous anarchist pulls the guilty end

20. How many chaste virgins their rope tore
And how many children's arms were cut and pulled

21. O night of Qadr, a light you illuminated for us
The ceiling of the sky, so we saw the extent of its marvel

22. The soul descends gently on wings
White over the universe it deployed or clouds

23. Motherly affection burns in his eyes
And he may be to the righteous a father

24. And for the angels a touch and singing
Their ringing nearly dazzles meteors

25. And from the blood of victims on its sides
A fire stretching out its closed intense tongue

26. It complains to God of its scorpions' stings
So He grew flowers from its poison, more beautiful

27. And for whoever injustice dragged to the executioner
After fleeing the carved up ribs and bitterness

28. A memory returns as if betrayal resurrects it
From the cave of yesterday which ended with what it earned

29. Yesterday, if we forget, its blazing will return
To take revenge on those who love God and the Arabs

30. There is no peace between the right way and oppression, no tradition
That will blind sight from those who quenched our thirst