أَوَجهُكَ بَسّامٌ وَطَرفِيَ باكي

أَوَجهُكَ بَسّامٌ وَطَرفِيَ باكي

وَعَدلُكَ مَوجودٌ وَمِثلِيَ شاكي

وَعَدلُكَ مَوجودٌ وَمِثلِيَ شاكي

Is your face smiling while my eye weeps,

Your faces are smiling, while my eyes are weeping,

and your justice present while one like me complains?

You have justice, while I have complaining,

وَتَأبى اِهتِضامي في جَنابِكَ هِمَّةٌ

وَتَأبى اِهتِضامي في جَنابِكَ هِمَّةٌ

تَهُزُّكَ هَزَّ الريحِ فَرعَ أَراكِ

تَهُزُّكَ هَزَّ الريحِ فَرعَ أَراكِ

And a noble resolve refuses to let me be wronged under your protection,

My oppression refuses to infringe upon your dignity,

stirring you as the wind shakes a branch of arak.

That shakes you like the shaking of the wind shaking a tender shoot.

وَقَد نامَ مِنّي ظالِمٌ لِيَ ذاعِرٌ

وَقَد نامَ مِنّي ظالِمٌ لِيَ ذاعِرٌ

فَيا هَبَّةَ السَيفِ الحُسامِ دَراكِ

فَيا هَبَّةَ السَيفِ الحُسامِ دَراكِ

And my oppressor, who terrifies me, sleeps untroubled by me;

A tyrant has slept from me fleeing,

so, O rush of the keen-edged sword—to the rescue!

So O gift of the sharp sword, catch up!