زِدْتyou have grown يَاO مَغْرُوْرconceited one جَهْلِاin ignorance
زِدْت يَا مَغْرُوْر جَهْلِا
إِنif حَسِبْتyou thought الْأَمْرthe matter سَهْلَاeasy
إِن حَسِبْت الْأَمْر سَهْلَا
You have grown more ignorant, conceited one,
You have increased in ignorance, O arrogant one,
if you thought the matter easy.
If you reckoned this matter to be light.
لَمnot يَكُنwas يَوْماever خُضُوْعَاsubmission
لَم يَكُن يَوْما خُضُوْعَا
أَوor شُرُوْطاterms مِنْكfrom you تُمْلِىare dictated
أَو شُرُوْطا مِنْك تُمْلِى
It was never submission,
It was never a day for submission,
or terms dictated by you,
Nor for conditions dictated by you.
أَوor نُرِىwe see مُسْتَوْطَنَاتsettlements
أَو نُرِى مُسْتَوْطَنَات
خَصْمُنَاour foe فِيْهَاin them اسْتَظَلَّاsought shelter
خَصْمُنَا فِيْهَا اسْتَظَلَّا
or for us to see settlements
Nor for us to witness settlements rise,
where our foe sought shelter.
In which our enemy takes shelter and shade.
أنْتyou يَاO وَاهِمdeluded one لَاتَدْرِيyou do not know
أنْت يَا وَاهِم لَاتَدْرِي
لِمَعْنَىfor the meaning of السِّلْمpeace ظِلّاa shadow
لِمَعْنَى السِّلْم ظِلّا
You, deluded one, do not know
You, O deluded one, do not know,
even a shadow of what peace means.
Even a shadow of the meaning of peace.
ظُلَّهits shade الْوَارِفspreading يَبْنِيbuilds
ظُلَّه الْوَارِف يَبْنِي
صَرْحِهits edifice الْعَالِيlofty الْمَطْلَاoverlooking
صَرْحِه الْعَالِي الْمَطْلَا
Its spreading shade builds
True peace builds its lush, spreading shade,
its lofty, overlooking edifice.
Its towering, overlooking edifice.
مِصْرEgypt لاتَبَغِيdoes not seek سَلَاماpeace
مِصْر لاتَبَغِي سَلَاما
يُخَفِّضlowers الْهَامَاتheads ذُلّاin humiliation
يُخَفِّض الْهَامَات ذُلّا
Egypt seeks no peace
Egypt does not desire a peace,
that bows heads in humiliation.
That lowers heads in humiliation.
مِصْرEgypt تبُغِيّةseeks it سَلَاماpeace
مِصْر تبُغِيّة سَلَاما
مُزْهِرَاblooming وَرَدَّاroses وَفُلاand Arabian jasmine
مُزْهِرَا وَرَدَّا وَفُلا
Egypt seeks a peace
Egypt desires it to be a peace,
blooming with roses and Arabian jasmine.
Blooming with roses and jasmine flowers.
وَرَدَّهits roses لَاشَوْكno thorns فِيْهin it
وَرَدَّه لَاشَوْك فِيْه
لَيْسis not عَنfrom حَقa right تْخَلِّيrenunciation
لَيْس عَن حَق تْخَلِّي
Its roses bear no thorns;
A rose that bears no thorns within,
it is no surrender of a right.
Not a relinquishing of what is right.
أَرْضِنَاour land الْعَرَضhonor الَّذِيwhich نُفْنِىwe perish
أَرْضِنَا الْعَرَض الَّذِي نُفْنِى
وَإِنand even if مُتْنَاwe die ظِلّاendures
وَإِن مُتْنَا ظِلّا
Our land is the honor for which we perish;
Our land is the honor for which we perish,
even if we die, it endures.
Even if we fall as mere shadows.
نَحْنwe مَازِلْنَاwe still are أَوَّليpossessors of بَأْسmight
نَحْن مَازِلْنَا أَوَّلي بَأْس
وَعَزَمand resolve لَنwill not يَقْلِاdiminish
وَعَزَم لَن يَقْلِا
We still possess might
We remain a people of mighty power,
and resolve that will not wane.
With a determination that shall never wane.
أَرْضِنَاour land لَيْسَتis not مَجَالَاan arena
أَرْضِنَا لَيْسَت مَجَالَا
فِيْهin it نُرْضِىwe appease الْيَوْمtoday قَوْلَاwords
فِيْه نُرْضِى الْيَوْم قَوْلَا
Our land is no arena
Our land is not a bargaining field,
where today we appease others with words.
Where today we satisfy with mere words.
حَبَّةa grain الْرَّمْلof sand بِرُوْحfor a life
حَبَّة الْرَّمْل بِرُوْح
وَهِيand it فِيin الْتَّقْدِيْرvaluation أُغْلِىmore precious
وَهِي فِي الْتَّقْدِيْر أُغْلِى
A grain of sand is worth a life,
A grain of sand is worth a soul,
and in value it is dearer still.
And in our esteem, it is dearer still.
أَيُّهَاO you الْزَّاعِمthe one claiming أَنَاthat we
أَيُّهَا الْزَّاعِم أَنَا
مَلَلْنَاwe have tired of الْحَرْبwar كَلَّاcertainly not
مَلَلْنَا الْحَرْب كَلَّا
O you who claim that we
O you who claims that we,
have tired of war—certainly not!
Have grown weary of war—never!
نَحْنwe فِيْهَاin it قَدindeed وُلِدْنَاwe were born
نَحْن فِيْهَا قَد وُلِدْنَا
مُنْذsince مَاضِيْنَاour past اسْتَهِلّاbegan
مُنْذ مَاضِيْنَا اسْتَهِلّا
We were indeed born in it,
We were born into its very midst,
since our past began.
Since the dawn of our past began.
نَحْنwe جُنْدsoldiers الْعَرَبthe Arabs دَوْمَاalways
نَحْن جُنْد الْعَرَب دَوْمَا
نُقْهَرwe vanquish الْخَصْمthe foe المُدَلاthe arrogant one
نُقْهَر الْخَصْم المُدَلا
We are always the soldiers of the Arabs;
We are the soldiers of the Arabs, always,
we vanquish the arrogant foe.
We vanquish the pampered foe.
مَاnot فِلَسْطِيْنPalestine لِبَاغfor an aggressor
مَا فِلَسْطِيْن لِبَاغ
سَامinflicted بَاغِيthe seeker of الْسَّلَمpeace قَتْلَاkilling
سَام بَاغِي الْسَّلَم قَتْلَا
Palestine does not belong to an aggressor
Palestine is not for a tyrant,
who dealt death to the seeker of peace.
Who repaid the seeker of peace with death.
أَيُّهَاO you الْقَاتِلthe killer عَمْداdeliberately
أَيُّهَا الْقَاتِل عَمْدا
إِخْوَتِيmy brothers شَيْخاan elder وَطِفْلَاand a child
إِخْوَتِي شَيْخا وَطِفْلَا
O you who deliberately kill
O you who murders with intent,
my brothers, elder and child,
My brothers—the old man and the child,
وَفَتَاةand the maiden الْخِدْرthe secluded chamber أُخْتِيmy sister
وَفَتَاة الْخِدْر أُخْتِي
وَمَذِيقand one who makes taste الْأُمthe mother ثُكْلَاbereavement
وَمَذِيق الْأُم ثُكْلَا
and the secluded maiden, my sister,
And the sheltered maiden, my sister,
and make the mother taste bereavement:
Making the mother taste the bitterness of loss.
لَيْسdoes not يُنْسِيَنِيmake me forget حُقُوْقِيmy rights
لَيْس يُنْسِيَنِي حُقُوْقِي
غَاصِبa usurper مَاضِيْهhis past قَتْلِىmy slaughter
غَاصِب مَاضِيْه قَتْلِى
I will not be made to forget my rights
Nothing shall make me forget my rights,
by a usurper whose past is my slaughter.
Not a usurper whose past is my slaughter.
لَمnot يَكwas الْإِرْهَابterror يُجْدِيavail
لَم يَك الْإِرْهَاب يُجْدِي
فِيagainst الَّذِيthe one who ضُحِّىsacrificed وَأَبْلَىand proved his valor
فِي الَّذِي ضُحِّى وَأَبْلَى
Terror has never availed
Terror has never been of avail,
against one who sacrificed and proved his valor.
Against those who sacrificed and endured.
أَنَاI إِنif ضَحَّيْتI sacrifice عُمْرِيmy life
أَنَا إِن ضَحَّيْت عُمْرِي
فِيin كِفَاحِيmy struggle لَنwill not أَمَلَاgrow weary
فِي كِفَاحِي لَن أَمَلَا
I, even if I sacrifice my life,
If I must sacrifice my entire life,
in my struggle will never weary.
In my struggle, I shall never tire.
Sol 6.1