طُفْroam خَاطِرِيmy thought عَانِقِembrace الأَقْصَىal-Aqsa وَلاand do not تَهِمِstray
طُفْ خَاطِرِي عَانِقِ الأَقْصَى وَلا تَهِمِ
وَابْكِand weep الْبُحُورَthe seas دَمًاblood وَاذْرِفْand shed tears عَلَىover الْحُرُمِthe sanctuaries
وَابْكِ الْبُحُورَ دَمًا وَاذْرِفْ عَلَى الْحُرُمِ
Roam, my thought; embrace al-Aqsa, and do not stray.
My heart roams embracing al-Aqsa, do not worry,
And weep seas of blood, and shed tears over the sanctuaries.
Weep oceans of blood and shed tears over the sanctuaries,
بَلِّغْconvey سَلامِيmy greetings وَشَوْقِيand my longing وَاعْتَذِرْand apologize لِفَتًىfor a young man
بَلِّغْ سَلامِي وَشَوْقِي وَاعْتَذِرْ لِفَتًى
يَحْيَاhe lives أَسِيرًاcaptive فَلَمْand so did not يَمْلِكْpossess سِوَىexcept الْكَلِمِwords
يَحْيَا أَسِيرًا فَلَمْ يَمْلِكْ سِوَى الْكَلِمِ
Convey my greetings and my longing, and apologize for a young man
Convey my greetings, longing and apologize to a young man,
Who lives a captive and possesses nothing but words.
Who lives a prisoner so he only possesses words,
حَتَّىeven قَرِيضِيmy verse أَسِيرٌcaptive مِثْلُlike شَاعِرِهِits poet
حَتَّى قَرِيضِي أَسِيرٌ مِثْلُ شَاعِرِهِ
لَكِنَّbut يَوْمًاone day سَيُضْحِيit will become فِيهِin it كَالْحِمَمِlike lava
لَكِنَّ يَوْمًا سَيُضْحِي فِيهِ كَالْحِمَمِ
Even my verse is captive, like its poet;
Even my poem is a prisoner like its poet,
Yet a day will come when it becomes like lava.
But one day it will sacrifice itself like a raging fire,
ثَارَsurged الْحَنِينُlonging إِلَىfor الأَقْصَىal-Aqsa إِلَىfor قُدُسِيmy Jerusalem
ثَارَ الْحَنِينُ إِلَى الأَقْصَى إِلَى قُدُسِي
شَوْقِيmy longing وَوَجْدِيَand my passion نِيرَانٌfires مِنَof الأَلَمِpain
شَوْقِي وَوَجْدِيَ نِيرَانٌ مِنَ الأَلَمِ
Longing has surged for al-Aqsa, for my Jerusalem;
Yearning for al-Aqsa, for my Jerusalem has ignited,
My longing and my passion are fires born of pain.
My passion and affection are fires of pain,
قَدِindeed اسْتَحَالَbecame impossible اللِّقَاmeeting وَالشَّوْقُand longing يَدْفَعُنِيdrives me
قَدِ اسْتَحَالَ اللِّقَا وَالشَّوْقُ يَدْفَعُنِي
وَذِيand these الْحُدُودُthe borders سُجُونٌprisons فَارْوَso slake your thirst بِالْحُلُمِwith a dream
وَذِي الْحُدُودُ سُجُونٌ فَارْوَ بِالْحُلُمِ
Meeting has become impossible, yet longing drives me on.
Meeting has become impossible while yearning drives me,
And these borders are prisons, so quench your thirst with a dream.
And the one with borders has prisons, so be patient,
فَقَطْرُfor a drop مَاءِwater الْفَتَىthe young man's فِيin الْبِيدِthe deserts يُنْقِذُهُsaves him
فَقَطْرُ مَاءِ الْفَتَى فِي الْبِيدِ يُنْقِذُهُ
وَالْحُلْمُand the dream يُسْلِيهِconsoles him فِيin أَسْرٍcaptivity وَفِيand in الْغَمَمِsorrow
وَالْحُلْمُ يُسْلِيهِ فِي أَسْرٍ وَفِي الْغَمَمِ
For a young man's drop of water saves him in the deserts;
For the young man's drop of water saves him in the desert,
And a dream consoles him in captivity and sorrow.
And dreaming comforts him in captivity and among the clouds,
فَاحْمِلْso carry ثَرَاهَاher soil وَقَبِّلْand kiss أَرْضَهَاher land وَقِفَاand stand
فَاحْمِلْ ثَرَاهَا وَقَبِّلْ أَرْضَهَا وَقِفَا
بِالصَّخْرَةِat the Rock اذْكُرْremember زَمَانَthe age of الْعِزِّhonor وَالْكَرَمِand generosity
بِالصَّخْرَةِ اذْكُرْ زَمَانَ الْعِزِّ وَالْكَرَمِ
So carry her soil, kiss her land, and stand
So carry its soil and kiss its land and stop
At the Rock; remember the age of honor and generosity.
At the rock recall the days of glory and generosity,
اذْكُرْremember زَمَانَthe time of صَلاحٍSalah وَابْكِand weep مِنْover زَمَنٍan age
اذْكُرْ زَمَانَ صَلاحٍ وَابْكِ مِنْ زَمَنٍ
عَلاrose الطُّغَاةُthe tyrants وَأَهْلُand the people of البَغْيِoppression فِيamong الأُمَمِthe nations
عَلا الطُّغَاةُ وَأَهْلُ البَغْيِ فِي الأُمَمِ
Remember the time of Salah, and weep over an age
Recall the days of Salah al-Din and weep over a time,
When tyrants and the unjust rose among the nations.
When tyrants and people of aggression rose among the nations,
قَدْindeed وَحَّدُواthey united صَفَّهُمْtheir ranks؛ هَلْdid كَانَexist بَيْنَهُمُbetween them
قَدْ وَحَّدُوا صَفَّهُمْ؛ هَلْ كَانَ بَيْنَهُمُ
إِلاَّexcept الْقَضَاءَthe destruction عَلَىof الإِسْلامِIslam مِنْany ذِمَمِcovenants؟!
إِلاَّ الْقَضَاءَ عَلَى الإِسْلامِ مِنْ ذِمَمِ؟!
They have united their ranks; did they share
They united their ranks; was there among them
Any covenant other than to destroy Islam?
Anything but eliminating Islam from their duties?!
وَالْعُرْبُand the Arabs حُكَّامُهُمْtheir rulers أُسْدٌlions إِذَاwhen وَقَفُواthey stand
وَالْعُرْبُ حُكَّامُهُمْ أُسْدٌ إِذَا وَقَفُوا
ضِدَّagainst الشُّعُوبِthe peoples الَّتِيwho أَضْحَتْhave become كَمَاlike الرِّمَمِmoldering remains
ضِدَّ الشُّعُوبِ الَّتِي أَضْحَتْ كَمَا الرِّمَمِ
And the Arabs' rulers are lions when they stand
As for when they stand against the Jews, you will not
Against the peoples who have become like moldering remains.
See them as anything but herds of sheep!
قَتْلٌkilling وَتَعْذِيبُand the torture of أَحْرَارٍfree people وَبَاسُهُمُand their might
قَتْلٌ وَتَعْذِيبُ أَحْرَارٍ وَبَاسُهُمُ
مَاnot لانَsoftened يَوْمًاfor a day فَلاso no نِدٌّequal لِذِيfor one possessing الْهِمَمِresolve
مَا لانَ يَوْمًا فَلا نِدٌّ لِذِي الْهِمَمِ
Killing and the torture of free men—and their might
To them, war is "run and run", forever,
Has never softened; none can rival one of such resolve.
Their armies, their shields of the people's revolt,
فَلَوْfor if أَتَاهُمْhe came to them صَلاحُSalah الدِّينِal-Din لانْتَفَضُواthey would rise up
فَلَوْ أَتَاهُمْ صَلاحُ الدِّينِ لانْتَفَضُوا
فَصَارَso he would become فِيin الأَسْرِcaptivity أَوْor رَدُّوهُthey would send him لِلرَّجَمِto the grave
فَصَارَ فِي الأَسْرِ أَوْ رَدُّوهُ لِلرَّجَمِ
For if Salah al-Din came to them, they would rise up,
They are the tyrants, the heads of humiliation, their cunning
So he would end up captive, or they would send him to the grave.
Is the cunning of devils, bodies of darkness,
وَصَارَand he would become عِنْدَهُمُin their eyes رَاسَthe head of التَّطَرُّفِextremism وَالْـand the
وَصَارَ عِنْدَهُمُ رَاسَ التَّطَرُّفِ وَالْـ
ـإِرْهَابِterrorism صَارَhe would become عَمِيلاًan agent بَاغِيَseeking الْحُكُمِpower
ـإِرْهَابِ صَارَ عَمِيلاً بَاغِيَ الْحُكُمِ
And in their eyes he would become the head of extremism and
They fought the banner of Islam and invented
Terrorism; he would become an agent seeking power.
Banners of oppression and their humiliation for the Arabs
أَمَّاbut إِذَاwhen وُقِفُواthey are set ضِدَّagainst الْيَهُودِthe Jews فَلَنْthen never
أَمَّا إِذَا وُقِفُوا ضِدَّ الْيَهُودِ فَلَنْ
تَرَاهُمُyou see them غَيْرَother than قُطْعَانٍflocks مِنَof الْغَنَمِsheep!
تَرَاهُمُ غَيْرَ قُطْعَانٍ مِنَ الْغَنَمِ!
But when they are set against the Jews, you will never
The more days passed their rule but dive
See them as anything but flocks of sheep!
Into the depths of disgrace and vengeance,
فَالْحَرْبُfor war (فَرٌّflight وَفَرٌّand flight) عِنْدَهُمْto them أَبَدًاforever
فَالْحَرْبُ (فَرٌّ وَفَرٌّ) عِنْدَهُمْ أَبَدًا
جُيُوشُهُمْtheir armies دِرْعُهُمْtheir shield مِنْagainst ثَوْرَةِthe revolt of الْعَمَمِthe masses
جُيُوشُهُمْ دِرْعُهُمْ مِنْ ثَوْرَةِ الْعَمَمِ
For war to them is forever 'flight and flight.'
My heart roams embracing the sighs from its blood,
Their armies are their shield against the revolt of the masses.
Its pains pour out sighs from my pain,
هُمُthey الطُّغَاةُthe tyrants رُؤُوسُthe chiefs of الذُّلِّhumiliation كَيْدُهُمُtheir scheming
هُمُ الطُّغَاةُ رُؤُوسُ الذُّلِّ كَيْدُهُمُ
كَيْدُthe scheming of الشَّيَاطِينِdevils أَجْسَادٌbodies مِنَof الظُّلُمِdarkness
كَيْدُ الشَّيَاطِينِ أَجْسَادٌ مِنَ الظُّلُمِ
They are the tyrants, the chiefs of humiliation; their scheming
Make them a curse that destroys the tyrants and those
Is the scheming of devils—bodies made of darkness.
Who betrayed the covenants and live like cattle,
قَدْindeed حَارَبُواthey fought رَايَةَthe banner of الإِسْلامِIslam وَاخْتَرَعُواand invented
قَدْ حَارَبُوا رَايَةَ الإِسْلامِ وَاخْتَرَعُوا
لِلْعُرْبِfor the Arabs رَايَاتِbanners of طُغْيَانٍtyranny وَذُلِّهِمِand their humiliation
لِلْعُرْبِ رَايَاتِ طُغْيَانٍ وَذُلِّهِمِ
They have fought the banner of Islam and invented
Today they write in history an epic
For the Arabs banners of tyranny and their humiliation.
Despite the treason, sins and worries,
وَكُلَّمَاand whenever مَرَّتِpassed الأَيَّامُthe days مَاas long as حَكَمُواthey rule
وَكُلَّمَا مَرَّتِ الأَيَّامُ مَا حَكَمُوا
نَهْوِيwe plunge بِأَعْمَاقِinto the depths of بَحْرِthe sea of الْهُونِabasement وَالنِّقَمِand afflictions
نَهْوِي بِأَعْمَاقِ بَحْرِ الْهُونِ وَالنِّقَمِ
And with each day that passes while they rule,
Their women have woven the glory of our nation
We plunge into the depths of a sea of abasement and afflictions.
Widowed and bereaved carrying the orphanhood,
طُفْroam خَاطِرِيmy thought عَانِقِembrace الآهَاتِthe moans مِنْfrom دَمِهَاher blood
طُفْ خَاطِرِي عَانِقِ الآهَاتِ مِنْ دَمِهَا
آلامُهَاher sufferings تَسْفِكُspill الآهَاتِthe moans مِنْfrom أَلَمِيmy pain
آلامُهَا تَسْفِكُ الآهَاتِ مِنْ أَلَمِي
Roam, my thought; embrace the moans from her blood.
Drowned in an ocean of anguish with no scream seen
Her sufferings spill moans from my pain.
They became mountains of patience and determination,
وَاجْعَلْهُمَاand make them both لَعْنَةًa curse تُرْدِيstrikes down الطُّغَاةَthe tyrants وَمَنْand whoever
وَاجْعَلْهُمَا لَعْنَةً تُرْدِي الطُّغَاةَ وَمَنْ
خَانَbetrayed الْعُهُودَthe covenants وَمَنْand whoever يَحْيَاlives كَمَاlike النَّعَمِlivestock
خَانَ الْعُهُودَ وَمَنْ يَحْيَا كَمَا النَّعَمِ
And make them both a curse that strikes down tyrants and those who
They upheld a covenant so we see it today
Have betrayed the covenants, and those who live like livestock.
And its grave was between al-Quds and dreams,
تُسَطِّرُshe inscribes اليَوْمَtoday فِيin التَّارِيخِhistory مَلْحَمَةًan epic
تُسَطِّرُ اليَوْمَ فِي التَّارِيخِ مَلْحَمَةً
رَغْمَdespite الخِيَانَةِbetrayal وَالإِجْرَامِand criminality وَالغَمَمِand sorrow
رَغْمَ الخِيَانَةِ وَالإِجْرَامِ وَالغَمَمِ
Today she inscribes an epic in history,
They became like Khansa’ in sacrifice and devotion
Despite betrayal, criminality, and sorrow.
They became, for us, like light in the darkness,
نِسَاؤُهَاher women قَدْindeed نَسَجْنَthey have woven العِزَّhonor أَرْدِيَةًrobes
نِسَاؤُهَا قَدْ نَسَجْنَ العِزَّ أَرْدِيَةً
ثَكْلَىa bereaved mother وَأَرْمَلَةٌand a widow حَمَّالَةُbearer of اليُتُمِorphanhood
ثَكْلَى وَأَرْمَلَةٌ حَمَّالَةُ اليُتُمِ
Her women have woven honor into robes:
They gifted our nation a generation of heroes
A bereaved mother and a widow, bearing the burden of orphanhood,
They fed it the pride of the free and the resolute
غَرْقَىdrowning بِبَحْرِin a sea of الأَسَىsorrow وَلاand no صَرِيخَrescuer يُرَىis seen
غَرْقَى بِبَحْرِ الأَسَى وَلا صَرِيخَ يُرَى
صِرْنَthey became الْجِبَالَmountains مِنَof السُّلْوانِconsolation وَالهِمَمِand resolve
صِرْنَ الْجِبَالَ مِنَ السُّلْوانِ وَالهِمَمِ
Drowning in a sea of sorrow, with no rescuer in sight,
How many children’s joy they burn
They have become mountains of consolation and resolve.
Orphans and displaced or live under the rubble,
أَحْيَيْنَthey revived عَهْدًاan age فَصِرْنَاso we came to اليَوْمَtoday نُبْصِرُهُsee it
أَحْيَيْنَ عَهْدًا فَصِرْنَا اليَوْمَ نُبْصِرُهُ
وَقَبْرُهُand its grave كَانَhad been بَيْنَbetween الْقَصِّstorytelling وَالحُلُمِand dreams
وَقَبْرُهُ كَانَ بَيْنَ الْقَصِّ وَالحُلُمِ
They revived an age, so today we behold it,
But these are the Khansa’s sons, how strange!
And its grave had lain between storytelling and dreams.
A baby’s cry is a horrifying roar to the enemies
أَضْحَيْنَthey became خَنْسَاءَKhansa فِيin بَذْلٍgiving وَتَضْحِيَةٍand sacrifice
أَضْحَيْنَ خَنْسَاءَ فِي بَذْلٍ وَتَضْحِيَةٍ
أَضْحَيْنَthey became هُنَّthey themselves لَنَاfor us كَالنُّورِlike light فِيin الغَسَمِthe dusk
أَضْحَيْنَ هُنَّ لَنَا كَالنُّورِ فِي الغَسَمِ
They have become Khansa in giving and sacrifice;
Their boys are like lions fearing no confrontation
They themselves have become for us like light in the dusk.
O for the rocks of might and conquest!
أَهْدَيْنَthey gifted جِيلاًa generation مِنَof الأَبْطَالِheroes أُمَّتَنَاour nation
أَهْدَيْنَ جِيلاً مِنَ الأَبْطَالِ أُمَّتَنَا
أَرْضَعْنَهُthey nursed it عِزَّةَthe pride of الأَحْرَارِthe free وَالصِّمَمِand the valiant
أَرْضَعْنَهُ عِزَّةَ الأَحْرَارِ وَالصِّمَمِ
They gifted our nation a generation of heroes;
O for the hands that hurl them recoiled!
They nursed it on the pride of the free and the valiant.
As if with light they hurl them on the enemies
كَمْhow many يَحْرِقُونَthey burn مِنَof الأَطْفَالِthe children فَرْحَتَهُمْtheir joy
كَمْ يَحْرِقُونَ مِنَ الأَطْفَالِ فَرْحَتَهُمْ
يُتْمٌorphanhood وَتشْرِيدٌand displacement اوْor يَحْيَوْنَthey live فِيamong الرَّجَمِgraves
يُتْمٌ وَتشْرِيدٌ اوْ يَحْيَوْنَ فِي الرَّجَمِ
How many children's joys they burn away!
O for the souls sold sacrificially!
Orphanhood and displacement—or they live among graves.
O for the bare chests of illusions!
لَكِنْbut أُولاءِthese بَنُوsons of الخَنْسَاءِal-Khansa وَاoh عَجَبَاwhat a wonder
لَكِنْ أُولاءِ بَنُو الخَنْسَاءِ وَا عَجَبَا
بُكَاcrying الرَّضِيعِthe infant زَئِيرٌa roar رَاعِبُterrifying العُجُمِnon-Arabs
بُكَا الرَّضِيعِ زَئِيرٌ رَاعِبُ العُجُمِ
But these are the sons of al-Khansa—oh, what a wonder!
O for the innocence as it rose terrifying!
The infant's crying is a roar that terrifies non-Arabs.
O for the hearts that are pure from defeat!
صِبْيَانُهَاher boys كَأَسُودٍlike lions لاnot تَهَابُfear رَدًىdeath
صِبْيَانُهَا كَأَسُودٍ لا تَهَابُ رَدًى
يَاoh لَلْحِجَارَةِthe stones مِنْof بَاسٍmight وَمِنْand of غُنُمِgain!
يَا لَلْحِجَارَةِ مِنْ بَاسٍ وَمِنْ غُنُمِ!
Her boys are like lions that do not fear death.
Their youth are the crescent of our nation
Oh, the stones—what might and what gains!
Like a star in the desert or the full moon in the darkness
يَاoh لَلأَيَادِيthe hands الَّتِيthat تُلْقِيhurl بِهَاwith them سَلِمَتْmay they be unharmed!
يَا لَلأَيَادِي الَّتِي تُلْقِي بِهَا سَلِمَتْ!
كَأَنَّهَاas though they بِالضِّيَاwith light تُلْقِيhurl عَلَىupon الدُّهُمِthe darkness
كَأَنَّهَا بِالضِّيَا تُلْقِي عَلَى الدُّهُمِ
Oh, the hands that hurl them—may they remain unharmed!
The sound of bombs has become a rhythm for them
As though they hurl light upon the darkness.
O nation drowned in dance and tunes
يَاoh لَلنُّفُوسِthe souls الَّتِيthat تُشْرَىare bought مُضَحِّيَةًself-sacrificing!
يَا لَلنُّفُوسِ الَّتِي تُشْرَى مُضَحِّيَةً!
يَاoh لَلصُّدُورِthe chests الَّتِيthat تَعْرَىare stripped bare مِنَof الوَهَمِdelusion!
يَا لَلصُّدُورِ الَّتِي تَعْرَى مِنَ الوَهَمِ!
Oh, the souls that are bought, offering themselves in sacrifice!
Passion for martyrdom has scented their hearts
Oh, the chests that are stripped bare of delusion!
O nation drowned in passion and resolve
يَاoh لَلْبَرَاءَةِinnocence إِذْwhen ثَارَتْit rose up مُفَزِّعَةًstriking terror
يَا لَلْبَرَاءَةِ إِذْ ثَارَتْ مُفَزِّعَةً
يَاoh لَلْقُلُوبِthe hearts الَّتِيthat تَصْفُوbecome pure مِنَof الهَزَمِdefeat!
يَا لَلْقُلُوبِ الَّتِي تَصْفُو مِنَ الهَزَمِ!
Oh, innocence, when it rises up, striking terror!
They are like falcons, their prey never missed
Oh, the hearts purified of defeat!
They are like lions, never fearing nations
شَبَابُهَاher youth غُرَّةٌa shining mark فِيon وَجْهِthe face of أُمَّتِنَاour nation
شَبَابُهَا غُرَّةٌ فِي وَجْهِ أُمَّتِنَا
كَالنَّجْمِlike a star فِيin البِيدِthe deserts أَوْor كَالْبَدْرِlike the full moon فِيin الْعَتَمِthe darkness
كَالنَّجْمِ فِي البِيدِ أَوْ كَالْبَدْرِ فِي الْعَتَمِ
Her youth are a shining mark upon our nation's face,
Ascetics by night, marvel at their tears
Like a star in the deserts, or a full moon in the dark.
Are they doves or lions before the throngs?!
صَوْتُthe sound of القَنَابِلِbombs قَدْindeed أَضْحَىhas become لَهُمْfor them طَرَبًاrapture
صَوْتُ القَنَابِلِ قَدْ أَضْحَى لَهُمْ طَرَبًا
يَاO أُمَّةًa nation غَرِقَتْdrowned فِيin الرَّقْصِdancing وَالنَّغَمِand melody
يَا أُمَّةً غَرِقَتْ فِي الرَّقْصِ وَالنَّغَمِ
The sound of bombs has become rapture to them,
Or are they the vanguards of good tidings, our victory
O nation drowned in dancing and melody!
Erasing an era of sorrows and vengeance
عِشْقَlove of الشَّهَادَةِmartyrdom قَدْindeed فَاحَتْhave exuded fragrance قُلُوبُهُمُtheir hearts
عِشْقَ الشَّهَادَةِ قَدْ فَاحَتْ قُلُوبُهُمُ
يَاO أُمَّةًa nation غَرِقَتْdrowned فِيin العِشْقِpassion وَالوَصَمِand disgrace
يَا أُمَّةً غَرِقَتْ فِي العِشْقِ وَالوَصَمِ
Their hearts have exuded the fragrance of love for martyrdom,
Good tidings of the Prophet, they revive hearts
O nation drowned in passion and disgrace!
Not bothered by traitors or defeated
هُمْthey كَالصُّقُورِlike falcons فَلَمْso did not تُخْطِئْmiss فَرَائِسَهَاtheir prey
هُمْ كَالصُّقُورِ فَلَمْ تُخْطِئْ فَرَائِسَهَا
هُمْthey كَالأُسُودِlike lions فَلَمْso did not تَرْهَبْfear مِنَof الأُمَمِthe nations
هُمْ كَالأُسُودِ فَلَمْ تَرْهَبْ مِنَ الأُمَمِ
They are like falcons that never miss their prey;
O Jerusalem, patience, for your sighs have kindled
They are like lions, unafraid of the nations.
In the soul of every patriot oppressed
رُهْبَانُmonks لَيْلٍnight لِتَعْجَبْso marvel مِنْat مَدَامِعِهِمْtheir tears
رُهْبَانُ لَيْلٍ لِتَعْجَبْ مِنْ مَدَامِعِهِمْ
أَهُمْare they حَمَائِمُdoves أَمْor أُسْدٌlions لَدَىamong الأَجَمِthe thickets؟!
أَهُمْ حَمَائِمُ أَمْ أُسْدٌ لَدَى الأَجَمِ؟!
Monks by night—marvel at their tears!
Your blood is dearer to the free than theirs
Are they doves, or lions among the thickets?
Tomorrow you will rise against tyranny like raging fire
أَمْor هُمْthey طَلائِعُthe vanguard of بِشْرٍglad tidings نَصْرُthe victory of أُمَّتِنَاour nation
أَمْ هُمْ طَلائِعُ بِشْرٍ نَصْرُ أُمَّتِنَا
يَمْحُونَthey erase عَهْدًاan age مِنَof الأَحْزَانِsorrows وَالنِّقَمِand afflictions
يَمْحُونَ عَهْدًا مِنَ الأَحْزَانِ وَالنِّقَمِ
Or are they the vanguard of glad tidings, our nation's victory,
O Lord, I am counted among its poets so help me
Erasing an age of sorrows and afflictions?
And make me one of its lions in its heated war
بُشْرَىthe glad tidings of النَّبِيِّthe Prophet هُمُthey تَحْيَاcome alive القُلُوبُthe hearts بِهِمْthrough them
بُشْرَى النَّبِيِّ هُمُ تَحْيَا القُلُوبُ بِهِمْ
لاnot يَعْبَؤُونَthey heed بِخَوَّانٍto a habitual traitor وَمُنْهَزِمِand a defeated man
لا يَعْبَؤُونَ بِخَوَّانٍ وَمُنْهَزِمِ
They are the Prophet's glad tidings; through them hearts come alive;
O Lord, quench its soil with the blood of a young man
They heed no habitual traitor or defeated man.
Who hopes to meet You, fulfilling his promises
يَاO قُدْسُJerusalem صَبْرًاpatience فَذِيfor these آهَاتُكِyour moans اسْتَعَرَتْhave blazed
يَا قُدْسُ صَبْرًا فَذِي آهَاتُكِ اسْتَعَرَتْ
فِيin نَفْسِthe soul of كُلِّevery أَبِيٍّproud person نَاءَburdened بِالضَّيَمِby oppression
فِي نَفْسِ كُلِّ أَبِيٍّ نَاءَ بِالضَّيَمِ
O Jerusalem, be patient! These moans of yours have blazed
In the soul of every proud person burdened by oppression.
دِمَاكِyour blood أَغْلَىdearer عَلَىto الأَحْرَارِthe free مِنْthan دَمِهِمْtheir blood
دِمَاكِ أَغْلَى عَلَى الأَحْرَارِ مِنْ دَمِهِمْ
غَدًاtomorrow تَثُورُit erupts عَلَىagainst الطُّغْيَانِtyranny كَالْحِمَمِlike lava
غَدًا تَثُورُ عَلَى الطُّغْيَانِ كَالْحِمَمِ
Your blood is dearer to the free than their own blood;
Tomorrow it will erupt against tyranny like lava.
يَاO رَبِّmy Lord مِنْamong شُعَرَائِهَاher poets عُدِدْتُI was counted فَجُدْso be generous
يَا رَبِّ مِنْ شُعَرَائِهَا عُدِدْتُ فَجُدْ
وَاجْعَلْنِand make me مِنْamong أُسْدِهَاher lions فِيin حَرْبِهَاher war الحَدَمِraging
وَاجْعَلْنِ مِنْ أُسْدِهَا فِي حَرْبِهَا الحَدَمِ
O Lord, I have been counted among her poets; so be generous,
And make me one of her lions in her raging war.
يَاO رَبِّmy Lord وَارْوِand water ثَرَاهَاher soil مِنْwith دِمَاءِthe blood of فَتًىa young man
يَا رَبِّ وَارْوِ ثَرَاهَا مِنْ دِمَاءِ فَتًى
يَرْجُوhe hopes for لِقَاهاmeeting her نَصِيرًاas a champion مُوفِيَfulfilling الذِّمَمِthe covenants
يَرْجُو لِقَاها نَصِيرًا مُوفِيَ الذِّمَمِ
O Lord, water her soil with the blood of a young man
Who hopes to meet her as a champion, faithful to his covenants.
Partial English translation: 78 of 86 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1