يا أمَّ آكلةُ الأكباد في شغفٍ

يا أمَّ آكلةُ الأكباد في شغفٍ

كُفِّي يَديْها فمَا أبْقَتْ لنا كَبِدا

كُفِّي يَديْها فمَا أبْقَتْ لنا كَبِدا

O nation, devourer of livers in ravenous passion,

O mother, the liver-eater is filled with passion;

Curb her hands—for you have spared us not a single liver.

Restrain her hands, for she has left us no liver.

لولاكِ ما حمَلَتْ سيفاً تصولُ به

لولاكِ ما حمَلَتْ سيفاً تصولُ به

وما بَنَتْ من أمانينا لها عُمَدا

وما بَنَتْ من أمانينا لها عُمَدا

Were it not for you, she would never have borne a sword with which to charge,

Without you, she would not have carried a sword to attack with,

Nor built herself pillars out of our hopes.

Nor built herself pillars from our hopes.

طوَّافةً في شِعابِ الأرضِ عابثةً

طوَّافةً في شِعابِ الأرضِ عابثةً

ولا تُعيرُ أباً رُحْمى لها ولا ولَدا

ولا تُعيرُ أباً رُحْمى لها ولا ولَدا

Roaming the ravines of the earth, wreaking havoc,

Ever roaming through the earth's ravines, acting wantonly,

She shows neither father nor child a trace of mercy.

Nor does she grant her compassion to father or son.

تجُرُّ ذيْلَ بناتِ اللَّيْل في صَلَفٍ

تجُرُّ ذيْلَ بناتِ اللَّيْل في صَلَفٍ

وما رأيتُ لها في الصَّالحاتِ يدا

وما رأيتُ لها في الصَّالحاتِ يدا

She trails the train of Night’s daughters in haughty pride,

She arrogantly drags the train of the daughters of night,

And never have I seen any hand of hers among righteous deeds.

And I have seen no hand of hers in good deeds.