يُريدُ الغاصِبونَ وَنَحنُ نَأبى

يُريدُ الغاصِبونَ وَنَحنُ نَأبى

وَيَأَبى اللَهُ ذَلِكَ مِن مُرادِ

وَيَأَبى اللَهُ ذَلِكَ مِن مُرادِ

The usurpers wish it, but we refuse,

The oppressors want, but we refuse

And God rejects such an aim.

And God denies that from intention

أَقاموا بَينَنا دَهراً طَويلاً

أَقاموا بَينَنا دَهراً طَويلاً

رَمونا فيهِ بِالنُوَبِ الشِدادِ

رَمونا فيهِ بِالنُوَبِ الشِدادِ

They dwelt among us for a long time,

They stood between us for a long time

Throughout it, they assailed us with grievous calamities.

During which they blamed us with heavy guilt

لَهُم في الظُلمِ آثارٌ سَتَبقى

لَهُم في الظُلمِ آثارٌ سَتَبقى

مَعالِمُها إِلى يَومِ التَنادِ

مَعالِمُها إِلى يَومِ التَنادِ

They have left traces of oppression that will endure,

For them in injustice traces will remain

Their marks lasting until the Day of Calling.

Its features until the day of calling

تَمادَوا فيهِ وَاِتَّخَذوهُ ديناً

تَمادَوا فيهِ وَاِتَّخَذوهُ ديناً

وَشَرُّ الظُلمِ ظَلمُ ذَوي التَمادي

وَشَرُّ الظُلمِ ظَلمُ ذَوي التَمادي

They persisted in it and made it a religion,

They persisted in it and took it as a religion

And the worst oppression is that of those who persist in it.

And the worst injustice is the injustice of the obstinate

بَني التاميزِ لَيسَ لَكُم مُقامٌ

بَني التاميزِ لَيسَ لَكُم مُقامٌ

فَزولوا مُسرِعينَ عَنِ البِلادِ

فَزولوا مُسرِعينَ عَنِ البِلادِ

Sons of the Thames, there is no place for you;

Oh children of discrimination, you have no place

So depart swiftly from the land.

So depart hastily from the countries

دَعونا يا بَني التاميزَ إِنّا

دَعونا يا بَني التاميزَ إِنّا

مَلَلنا العَيشَ مِن طولِ الحِدادِ

مَلَلنا العَيشَ مِن طولِ الحِدادِ

Leave us alone, O sons of the Thames; we

Leave us, O children of discrimination, we

Have grown weary of life from mourning so long.

Are tired of living in long mourning

أَتُفجِعُنا المَآتِمُ كُلَّ يَومٍ

أَتُفجِعُنا المَآتِمُ كُلَّ يَومٍ

وَتُفزِعُنا النُعاةُ بِكُلِّ نادِ

وَتُفزِعُنا النُعاةُ بِكُلِّ نادِ

Must funerals bring us grief every day,

Does the misfortunes depress us every day

And heralds of death terrify us at every gathering?

And the wailers frighten us in every call

نَسيرُ مِنَ السِياسَةِ في ظَلامٍ

نَسيرُ مِنَ السِياسَةِ في ظَلامٍ

يُجَلبِبُ كُلَّ أُفقٍ بِالسَوادِ

يُجَلبِبُ كُلَّ أُفقٍ بِالسَوادِ

We walk in darkness because of politics,

We walk in politics in darkness

Which cloaks every horizon in blackness.

That covers every horizon in blackness

بَني التاميزَ أَينَ النورُ يَهدي

بَني التاميزَ أَينَ النورُ يَهدي

نُفوساً ما لَها في مِصرَ هادِ

نُفوساً ما لَها في مِصرَ هادِ

Sons of the Thames, where is the light to guide

Oh children of discrimination, where is the light that guides

Souls that have no guide in Egypt?

Souls that have no guide in Egypt

زَعَمتُم أَنَّ خُطَّتَكُم صَلاحٌ

زَعَمتُم أَنَّ خُطَّتَكُم صَلاحٌ

وَأَنّا لا نُريدُ سِوى الفَسادِ

وَأَنّا لا نُريدُ سِوى الفَسادِ

You claimed that your policy was good,

You claimed that your plan is reform

And that we wanted nothing but corruption.

And that we want nothing but corruption

وَجِئتُم بِالحِمايَةِ وَهيَ أَدهى

وَجِئتُم بِالحِمايَةِ وَهيَ أَدهى

وَأَشأَمُ ما نَخافُ مِنَ العَوادي

وَأَشأَمُ ما نَخافُ مِنَ العَوادي

And you came with protection, yet it is the most calamitous

And you came with protection and it is more harmful

And most ill-omened of the calamities we fear.

And ominous than what we fear from caprices

بَني مِصرٍ وَبِئسَ مَآلُ مِصرٍ

بَني مِصرٍ وَبِئسَ مَآلُ مِصرٍ

إِذا لَم تَسمَعوا صَوتَ المُنادي

إِذا لَم تَسمَعوا صَوتَ المُنادي

Sons of Egypt—how wretched Egypt's fate will be,

Oh children of Egypt, and evil is the fate of Egypt

If you do not heed the caller's voice.

If you do not hear the voice of the caller

بَلاءٌ في الكنانَةِ مُستَمِرٌّ

بَلاءٌ في الكنانَةِ مُستَمِرٌّ

وَشَرٌّ كُلَّ يَومٍ في اِزدِيادِ

وَشَرٌّ كُلَّ يَومٍ في اِزدِيادِ

Affliction in the Quiver is unceasing,

Affliction in arrogance is lasting

And evil increases every day.

And evil every day is increasing

لَقَد أَثرى المُنافِقُ وَالمُداجي

لَقَد أَثرى المُنافِقُ وَالمُداجي

وَباتَ فَتى الجِهادِ بِغَيرِ زادِ

وَباتَ فَتى الجِهادِ بِغَيرِ زادِ

Indeed, the hypocrite and the dissembler have grown rich,

The hypocrite and the sycophant have enriched

While the young fighter spent the night without provisions.

And the young man of jihad spent without provision

عَزاءً مَعشَرَ الأَحرارِ إِنّا

عَزاءً مَعشَرَ الأَحرارِ إِنّا

نَعُدُّ بِلادَنا خَيرَ العَتادِ

نَعُدُّ بِلادَنا خَيرَ العَتادِ

Take comfort, O company of free men; we

Take solace, O free people, we

Count our country the best of resources.

Consider our country the best supplies