1. If a man does not reach the level of his endeavor
Then he has surplus merit equal to his striving

2. Seek the loftiest aspirations though the path be arduous
With intellect illuminating existence and replenishing its provision

3. And persevere to attain success for success comes not
To one who is excessive in effort but moderate in his capacity

4. Our aspiration is for the winged ambitions to take flight
To the heights and expanse of its purpose

5. Can one ascending to the summit of perfection
Be impeded on the climb by inadequate supplies?

6. It is said contentment is a part of wealth; I say it is the whole
But for the body of a man, not his heart

7. We eschew melodies that do not lead
To humbling those who are vain and arrogant

8. We make all song a lament as though
For an absent beloved or responding to his disdain

9. We have no celebration apart from sorrow in our hearts
Has constant joy not wearied the heart accustomed to it?

10. Intoxicated, our pride nearly topples
When voices rise beyond their proper level

11. Arouse, O people, the angry roar
Of one enraged for his nation, honor, or affection

12. Arouse, as the army advances rhythmically
Furiously engaged, revealing ferocity in its solidity

13. Arouse, as the tumultuous ocean
Depicts the majesty of its endless undulation

14. Arouse, as the floods plunge
Turbulently into the depths churned by its coursing

15. Arouse, as the impassioned lion repeats
Its roar from its lair or resting place

16. Arouse, as the empty desert still as a grave
For the wailing of a storm lashed by its mounts

17. Arouse, O witnessed day! Arouse, O packed conquest!
Arouse, O throng exalted by its unity!

18. Does not the young man have a grand refusal of his rival
And a cry without boast or arrogance?

19. Arouse, O rumbling thunder! Arouse, O flashing lightning!
Arouse, O competing showers in their intensifying downpour!

20. No melody unless the morning breeze arouses
Strange, protected places long absent from their settlements

21. We compose the simplest tunes below their greatest art
And desire the revival of music without its increase

22. No description unless it depicts a condition
Of the soul unreached by the obviousness of its expanse

23. It has the gleam of a blade between drawn and sheathed
At the point of baring itself and dependence

24. We love all repetition in chanting
Whose static thought is gained from its derivation

25. And ears recoil from any unprecedented thing
So everything longstanding is highly regarded

26. However much is counted in a further idiom
Resemblance we have not doubted for its restoration

27. Our aspiration is for the winged ambitions to take flight
To the heights and expanse of its purpose

28. Can one ascending to the summit of perfection
Be impeded on the climb by inadequate supplies?

29. My countrymen, if we seek progress
When we firmly set it above our concerns

30. And the darkness of ruin, death, and contention
When will our army come to meet devastation

31. And hear gladly the anthem of its nation?