كُلُّevery قَولٍutterance بِلاwithout رضاكَyour approval نِفاقُhypocrisy
كُلُّ قَولٍ بِلا رضاكَ نِفاقُ
ليسَis not قولاًan utterance ماas long as لمnot تَقُلْyou speak ياO عراقُIraq
ليسَ قولاً ما لم تَقُلْ يا عراقُ
Every utterance without your approval is hypocrisy.
Every word without your consent is hypocrisy
It is no utterance unless you speak, O Iraq.
It is not a word unless you say, oh Iraq
ليسَis not قولاًan utterance ماas long as لمnot تَقِفْstand شَعَفاتُcrowns الthe
ليسَ قولاً ما لم تَقِفْ شَعَفاتُ ال
نَّخلpalms ِصَفّاًin a row ، وتَنهَضand rise الأعذاقُthe date clusters
نَّخل ِصَفّاً ، وتَنهَض الأعذاقُ
It is no utterance unless there stand the crowns of the
It is not a word unless palm fronds stand in rows
Palms in a row, and the date clusters rise,
And clusters rise high
ناثراتِscattering الشُّعورِthe hair حتىuntil لَيَغدوindeed becomes
ناثراتِ الشُّعورِ حتى لَيَغدو
فوقَهاabove them التَّمرُthe dates حَنظَلاًcolocynth لاnot يُذاقُis tasted !
فوقَها التَّمرُ حَنظَلاً لا يُذاقُ !
Tossing their hair, until indeed
With hair scattered so dates become
The dates above them turn to colocynth no one can taste!
Unripe fruit not to be tasted!
ليسَis not قَولاًan utterance إلاunless وماءُand the water الفُراتَينthe two Euphrates ِ
ليسَ قَولاً إلا وماءُ الفُراتَين ِ
لَهُfor it عِدْلَequal to مَوجِهِits waves أحداقُeyes
لَهُ عِدْلَ مَوجِهِ أحداقُ
It is no utterance unless the water of the two Euphrates
It is not a word but the water of the two rivers
Has eyes as numerous as its waves,
Has justice in its waves, oh peerless one
جاحِظاتٌbulging ، ولِلشَّواطيءِand for the shores آذانٌears
جاحِظاتٌ ، ولِلشَّواطيءِ آذانٌ
وَلِلحَقِّand for truth صَرخةa cry ٌ لاnot تُعاقُis hindered
وَلِلحَقِّ صَرخة ٌ لا تُعاقُ
Bulging, and the shores have ears,
With ears on the banks
And truth a cry that cannot be stifled.
And truth has a cry that cannot be stifled
عَدَدَas many as النَّجمthe stars ِسوفَwill تَهويfall الضَّحاياthe victims
عَدَدَ النَّجم ِسوفَ تَهوي الضَّحايا
وبحوراand as seas ًدِماكَyour blood سَوفَwill تُراقُbe spilled
وبحورا ًدِماكَ سَوفَ تُراقُ
As many as the stars, the victims will fall,
The number of stars will fall as victims
And your blood will be spilled in seas.
And your blood will flow in seas
سَيَسيلُwill flow النَّهرانthe two rivers ِسَيلَthe flow of البَراكينthe volcanoes
سَيَسيلُ النَّهران ِسَيلَ البَراكين
وتَهويand fall بالنّارِin fire سَبْعٌseven طِباقُlayer upon layer
وتَهوي بالنّارِ سَبْعٌ طِباقُ
The two rivers will flow like volcanic torrents,
The two rivers will flow like volcanoes
And seven heavens, tier upon tier, will fall in fire.
And seven layers will collapse in fire
وَسَيَمشيand will march النَّخيلُthe palms جَيشاًas an army رَهيباًfearsome
وَسَيَمشي النَّخيلُ جَيشاً رَهيباً
يَصفَعُslaps الرّيحَthe wind جِذعُهُits trunk العملاقُgigantic
يَصفَعُ الرّيحَ جِذعُهُ العملاقُ
And the palms will march as a fearsome army,
The palms will march like a formidable army
Its giant trunk slaps the wind.
Slapping the wind - their towering trunks
وتَضجُّand roar الأهوارُthe marshes غاباًas a forest منof الموتِdeath
وتَضجُّ الأهوارُ غاباً من الموتِ
يُدَوِّيthunders حتىuntil يَضيقَtightens الخَناقُthe noose
يُدَوِّي حتى يَضيقَ الخَناقُ
And the marshes will roar, a forest of death,
The marshes will scream with death
Thundering until the noose tightens.
Choking until the noose tightens
عِندَهاthen يَنطقُspeaks العراقُIraq فَيَغدوand becomes
عِندَها يَنطقُ العراقُ فَيَغدو
مِنfrom صَداهُits echo لِكلَّfor every صَوتٍvoice نِطاقُa range !
مِن صَداهُ لِكلَّ صَوتٍ نِطاقُ !
Then Iraq will speak, and there will be
Then Iraq will speak and its echo
From its echo, a range for every voice!
Will give voice to every muted call!
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Every word without your consent is hypocrisy
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You alone are the voice and echo, oh Iraq
كلُّevery قَولutterance ٍبِلاwithout رِضاكَyour approval نِفاقُhypocrisy
كلُّ قَول ٍبِلا رِضاكَ نِفاقُ
وَحدَكَyou alone الصَّوتُthe voice والصَّدىand the echo ياO عراقُIraq
وَحدَكَ الصَّوتُ والصَّدى يا عراقُ
Every utterance without your approval is hypocrisy.
You alone are the voice for the oppressed like rain
You alone are the voice and the echo, O Iraq.
In you is the wedding of blood, and you are the dowry
وَحدَكَyou alone الصَّوتُthe voice لِلمَظاليمfor the oppressed ِطُرّاall together ً
وَحدَكَ الصَّوتُ لِلمَظاليم ِطُرّا ً
فيكَin you عرسُthe wedding الدِّماblood ، ومنكَand from you الصَّداقُthe bridal dower
فيكَ عرسُ الدِّما ، ومنكَ الصَّداقُ
You alone are the voice of all the oppressed;
And the provoked peoples
In you is the wedding of blood, and from you the dower.
You are the most precious blood they have
والشُّعوبُand the peoples التيwho استُفِزَّتْwere provoked جَميعاall together ً
والشُّعوبُ التي استُفِزَّتْ جَميعا ً
أنتَyou أزكىthe purest دَمblood ٍ لَدَيهاto them يُراقُis shed
أنتَ أزكى دَم ٍ لَدَيها يُراقُ
And all the peoples who have been provoked—
If you fall short every child in my land
To them, you are the purest blood that is shed.
Is an orphan, and every wedding is divorce!
إنif تُقَصِّرْyou fall short فَكُلُّthen every طفلchild ٍعلىon أرضيmy land
إن تُقَصِّرْ فَكُلُّ طفل ٍعلى أرضي
يَتيمٌan orphan ، وكُلُّand every عرسwedding ٍ طَلاقُdivorce !
يَتيمٌ ، وكُلُّ عرس ٍ طَلاقُ !
If you fall short, then every child on my land
Every star halts in its orbit
Is an orphan, and every wedding a divorce!
You alone are the shining planet now
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You alone now fill the cosmos with fright
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And annihilation fits you
تَقِفْstands still كلُّevery نَجمَةstar ٍفيin مَداهاits reach
تَقِفْ كلُّ نَجمَة ٍفي مَداها
وَحدَكَyou alone الآنَnow كَوكَبٌa planet بَرّاقُbrilliant
وَحدَكَ الآنَ كَوكَبٌ بَرّاقُ
Every star stands still in its sphere;
The donkeys of hell, the vile hordes
You alone now are a brilliant planet.
And your murderers, and the sneering faces
وَحدَكَyou alone الآنَnow تَملأfill ُالكَونَthe universe رُعباwith terror ً
وَحدَكَ الآنَ تَملأ ُالكَونَ رُعبا ً
والمَناياand deadly fates لَهاthey have عليكَupon you انطِباقُa closing in
والمَنايا لَها عليكَ انطِباقُ
You alone now fill the universe with terror,
The burning of children’s corpses
And deadly fates close in upon you.
The kidnappers and the thieves
هَمَراتُHummers (vehicles) الجَحيمhell ِ، والسُّرَفُand the tank tracks الهُوجُraging
هَمَراتُ الجَحيم ِ، والسُّرَفُ الهُوجُ
وَقَتلاكَand your slain ، والوجوهُand the faces الصِّفاقُbrazen
وَقَتلاكَ ، والوجوهُ الصِّفاقُ
Hell's Hummers, and the raging tank tracks,
The wailing of women, the slaughter
And your slain, and the brazen faces,
Until blades and throats shudder
واشتِعالُand the blazing of النِّيرانthe fires ِفيin جُثَثِthe corpses of الأthe (start of 'children')
واشتِعالُ النِّيران ِفي جُثَثِ الأ
طفالchildren (continuation) ِ.. والخاطِفونَand the kidnappers ، والسُّرّاقُand the thieves
طفال ِ.. والخاطِفونَ ، والسُّرّاقُ
And fires blazing in the corpses of the
All will one day become
Children ... and the kidnappers, and the thieves,
Whatever death, for whatever death is dealt!
وعَويلُand the wailing of النِّساءِthe women ، والذand the (start of 'slaughter') َّبحُslaughter (continuation) حتىuntil
وعَويلُ النِّساءِ ، والذ َّبحُ حتى
تَقشَعِرَّshudder النِّصالُthe blades والأرياقُand the spittle
تَقشَعِرَّ النِّصالُ والأرياقُ
And the women's wailing, and slaughter, until
Oh dignities of all my people that were trampled
The blades and the spittle shudder,
And all that sowed discord
سوفَwill تَغدوbecome جَميعُهاall of them ذاتَone يومday ٍ
سوفَ تَغدو جَميعُها ذاتَ يوم ٍ
أيَّwhat مَوتٍdeath لأيِّtoward what مَوتٍdeath يُساقُis driven !
أيَّ مَوتٍ لأيِّ مَوتٍ يُساقُ !
All of them will one day become—
Among my people who made death rule them
What death, driven toward what death!
So annihilation races towards them
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Is a pride that cannot be borne!
ياO كَراماتِdignities كلِّall شَعبيmy people التيthat دِيسَتْwere trampled
يا كَراماتِ كلِّ شَعبي التي دِيسَتْ
وياand O كلَّall ماthat which أثارَstirred up الشِّقاقُdiscord
ويا كلَّ ما أثارَ الشِّقاقُ
O the dignity of all my people, trampled underfoot,
The severed heads thrown in every ravine
And O all that discord has stirred up
Will remain seeking their necks
بينَamong أهليmy people فَحَكَّمواso they appointed as judge المَوتَdeath فيهِمamong them
بينَ أهلي فَحَكَّموا المَوتَ فيهِم
فالمَناياso deadly fates لَهاthey have إلَيهِمtoward them سِباقُa race
فالمَنايا لَها إلَيهِم سِباقُ
Among my people, so they made death their judge,
And the day will come when every head rejoins
So deadly fates race to reach them.
Its shoulders, oh Iraq!
لَنْwill not تَقَرِّيyou rest فإنَّfor indeed فيin دَمthe blood of ِ أهليmy people
لَنْ تَقَرِّي فإنَّ في دَم ِ أهلي
فَزعَةa rush to aid ً كبرياؤهاits pride لاnot تُطاقُcan be borne !
فَزعَة ً كبرياؤها لا تُطاقُ !
You will not rest, for in my people's blood
The shattered souls will heal
Is a rallying surge whose pride cannot be withstood!
And longing and compassion will return
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That day every bullet fragment
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Will be made to speak through interrogation
الرُّؤوسُthe heads المُلقاةcast down ُ قيin (apparent typo) كلِّevery فَجِّpass
الرُّؤوسُ المُلقاة ُ قي كلِّ فَجِّ
سَوفَwill تَبقىremain تَسعىstrive لَهاtoward them الأعناقُthe necks
سَوفَ تَبقى تَسعى لَها الأعناقُ
The heads flung down in every pass
That day every drop of our blood
Will remain, with necks striving toward them.
Will become an eye, though blind
وسَيأتيand will come اليَومُthe day الذيwhich فيهِِيَلقىin it, meets
وسَيأتي اليَومُ الذي فيهِِيَلقى
كلُّevery رأسhead ٍ أكتافَهُits shoulders ياO عراقُIraq !
كلُّ رأس ٍ أكتافَهُ يا عراقُ !
And the day will come when
History will be etched in blood
Every head meets its shoulders, O Iraq!
Until pens and pages tremble!
والنُّفوسُand the souls التيthat تَشَظَّتْsplintered سَتَشفىwill heal
والنُّفوسُ التي تَشَظَّتْ سَتَشفى
وَيَعودُand will return الحَنينُlonging والإشفاقُand compassion
وَيَعودُ الحَنينُ والإشفاقُ
And the souls that splintered will heal,
And longing and compassion will return.
يَومَهاon that day كلُّevery فِلْقَةٍfragment مِنof رَصاصlead ٍ
يَومَها كلُّ فِلْقَةٍ مِن رَصاص ٍ
سوفَwill يَجريtake place لِكَعبِهاfor its heel (base) استِنطاقُan interrogation
سوفَ يَجري لِكَعبِها استِنطاقُ
On that day, every splinter of lead
Will have its heel interrogated.
يَومَهاon that day كلُّevery قَطرَةdrop ٍ مِنof دِماناour blood
يَومَها كلُّ قَطرَة ٍ مِن دِمانا
سَوفَwill تَغدوbecome عَيناan eye ًلَهاit has حِملاقُan eyelid's inner lining
سَوفَ تَغدو عَينا ًلَها حِملاقُ
On that day, every drop of our blood
Will become an eye with its eyelid's lining.
سَيُخَطwill be inscribed ُّ التَّاريخُhistory بالدَّمin blood ِحَتىuntil
سَيُخَط ُّ التَّاريخُ بالدَّم ِحَتى
تَقشَعِرَّshudder الأقلامُthe pens والأوراقُand the pages !
تَقشَعِرَّ الأقلامُ والأوراقُ !
History will be inscribed in blood, until
The pens and the pages shudder!
Partial English translation: 58 of 66 Arabic lines translated.
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