1. On the martyr's day you returned, O commander, to the noblest abode,
And rose in the days, the happiest rising.

2. You dried the flowing tears of every weeping eye,
And healed the agony of every aching heart.

3. You bid us farewell, wounded all over,
And met us dignified, no more terrified.

4. In a lofty, endearing procession,
To which the aspirations of the ambitious soar.

5. Adorned with a crown, lit by the morning sun,
Studded with the martyr's blood, resplendent.

6. Imbued with truth and freedom,
And for the loyal, truth is the sweetest hope.

7. Egypt hailed you yearningly and turned
To see the majesty of her martyr in the deathbed.

8. She called him, where are you? She was startled
By a voice answering from the Highest Station.

9. In the most honorable position and noblest place.
Which no ambition can ever attain.

10. And with God, no truth is ever wasted.
The youth of the Nile, your efforts

11. Were weakened by his loss, but did not split.
You united for the cause a collective front,

12. Had you not joined forces, it would not have united.
You reconciled the leaders after disunity,

13. And united passions after reluctance.
There were chaotic forces, some partisan

14. Each going his own way, some sectarian
A war that harmed the community, and an ordeal

15. That afflicted the country with every tribulation.
You achieved Egypt's independence, which

16. Extends a hand bidding farewell to terror.
We have enacted for secularism its law,

17. Abolishing the law that was never legislated.
The law of philosophers who imagined

18. That we are objects, unable to feel or perceive.
Today we rise with a clear proof

19. That refutes the claims of the claimant.