1. Liberation, liberation, the echoes reiterated,
Good tidings, and what good tidings today!

2. Not uttered by one man or the army and people,
But all who ever counted Egypt as their own.

3. All who adored her, named her, and
All whom art and thought ever begot,

4. In a psalm like the prophets' of old
Sweetly scented like the breath of seers from time before.

5. The monuments heard it and were roused,
Pride stirred in them, and the palms waved proudly,

6. The Nile, which was once captive, now flows free,
And the valiant guardians who drove out the Hyksos

7. Have opened the way to triumph and victory.
And the armies of Kemet since the days of Ramesis

8. Emerged rejoicing and intoxicated.
No eye has seen them, but hearts

9. Burning with loyalty to the past perceived them.
And the dreams of a generation upon generation

10. Danced like beams of light, singing and chanting.
The vivacious Khazamiyya who represented

11. Egypt's beauty and gave off her scent,
You are one of them, my garden's dweller,

12. So let us repeat today openly:
Those were my tears of joy I scattered,

13. My heart paved them with love and thanks.
If we are not like the Westerns, never

14. Straying from her immortal faith, more aware,
Life overwhelmed us from her though

15. We were distant, as if the ether had poured a flood.
So we flourished, and every feast but the feast

16. To undo the most evil and free the captive will be forgot.