كَبيرُforemost السابِقينَthe forerunners مِنَamong الكِرامِthe noble
كَبيرُ السابِقينَ مِنَ الكِرامِ
بِرُغميagainst my will أَنthat أَنالَكَI assail you بِالمَلامِwith reproach
بِرُغمي أَن أَنالَكَ بِالمَلامِ
O foremost of the noble forerunners,
O great among the noble ones
It is against my will that I reproach you.
Though you despise me, I must reproach you
مَقامُكَyour standing فَوقَabove ماwhat زَعَمواthey claimed وَلَكِنbut
مَقامُكَ فَوقَ ما زَعَموا وَلَكِن
رَأَيتُI saw الحَقَّthe truth فَوقَكَabove you وَالمَقامِand the standing
رَأَيتُ الحَقَّ فَوقَكَ وَالمَقامِ
Your standing is above what they have claimed, but
Your status seemed higher than what they claimed
I saw the truth above you and your standing.
Yet I saw truth was higher than you and your status
لَقَدindeed وَجَدوكَthey found you مَفتوناًbeguiled فَقالواso they said
لَقَد وَجَدوكَ مَفتوناً فَقالوا
خَرَجتَyou departed مِنَfrom الوَقارِdignity وَالاِحتِشامِand decorum
خَرَجتَ مِنَ الوَقارِ وَالاِحتِشامِ
They found you beguiled indeed, and said:
They found you infatuated, so they said
You have forsaken dignity and decorum.
You lost dignity and self-respect
وَقالَand said البَعضُsome كَيدُكَyour guile غَيرُnot خافٍhidden
وَقالَ البَعضُ كَيدُكَ غَيرُ خافٍ
وَقالواand they said رَميَةٌa shot مِنfrom غَيرِnot رامِan archer
وَقالوا رَميَةٌ مِن غَيرِ رامِ
And some said: your guile is not concealed;
Some said your cunning has no cover
And they said: a shot from one who is no archer.
And that you threw randomly without aiming
وَقيلَand it was said شَطَطتَyou went too far فيin الكُفرانِingratitude حَتّىuntil
وَقيلَ شَطَطتَ في الكُفرانِ حَتّى
أَرَدتَyou targeted المُنعِمينَthe benefactors بِالاِنتِقامِwith revenge
أَرَدتَ المُنعِمينَ بِالاِنتِقامِ
And it was said: you went so far in ingratitude
It was said you went too far into disbelief
That you targeted your benefactors for revenge.
Wanting to take revenge on your benefactors
غَمَرتَyou overwhelmed القَومَthe people إِطراءًwith praise وَحَمداًand thanks
غَمَرتَ القَومَ إِطراءً وَحَمداً
وَهُمand they غَمَروكَoverwhelmed you بِالنِعَمِwith favors الجسامِimmense
وَهُم غَمَروكَ بِالنِعَمِ الجسامِ
You lavished praise and thanks upon those people,
You smothered the people with flattery and praise
And they lavished immense favors upon you.
While they smothered you with massive favors
رَأَواthey saw بِالأَمسِyesterday أَنفَكَyour nose فيin الثُرَيّاthe Pleiades
رَأَوا بِالأَمسِ أَنفَكَ في الثُرَيّا
فَكَيفَso how اليَومَtoday أَصبَحَit became فيin الرِغامِthe dust
فَكَيفَ اليَومَ أَصبَحَ في الرِغامِ
Yesterday they saw your nose among the Pleiades;
Yesterday, they saw your face among the elite
How, then, has it come to lie in dust today?
How today has it become covered in mud?
أَماindeed وَاللَهِby God ماnot عَلِموكَthey knew you إِلّاexcept
أَما وَاللَهِ ما عَلِموكَ إِلّا
صَغيراًpetty فيin وَلائِكَyour loyalty وَالخِصامِand quarrels
صَغيراً في وَلائِكَ وَالخِصامِ
Indeed, by God, they have known you only
By God, they only knew you were small
As petty in your loyalty and in quarrels.
In your loyalty and quarrel
إِذاif ماemphasis لَمnot تَكُنyou are لِلقَولِfor speaking أَهلاًqualified
إِذا ما لَم تَكُن لِلقَولِ أَهلاً
فَماthen what لَكَfor you فيin المَواقِفِpublic forums وَالكَلامِand speech
فَما لَكَ في المَواقِفِ وَالكَلامِ
If you are not fit to speak,
If you're not qualified for words
What business have you in public forums and speech?
Why take stands and speak?
خَطَبتَyou delivered a speech فَكُنتَso you were خَطباًa calamity لاnot خَطيباًan orator
خَطَبتَ فَكُنتَ خَطباً لا خَطيباً
أُضيفَwas added إِلىto مَصائِبِناour misfortunes العِظامِgrievous
أُضيفَ إِلى مَصائِبِنا العِظامِ
You gave a speech, but were a calamity, not an orator,
You made a speech but were not an orator
Added to our grievous misfortunes.
You added to our great misfortunes
لُهِجتَyou dwelt insistently باِلاِحتِلالِon the occupation وَماand what أَتاهُit did
لُهِجتَ باِلاِحتِلالِ وَما أَتاهُ
وَجُرحُكَand your wound مِنهُfrom it لَوif أَحسَستَyou felt داميbleeding
وَجُرحُكَ مِنهُ لَو أَحسَستَ دامي
You dwelt on the occupation and its deeds,
You were accused of occupation and what it brought
Yet your wound from it, if you felt it, is bleeding.
Yet your own wound, had you felt it, would bleed
وَماand how أَغناهُit has no need عَمَّنof whoever قالَspoke فيهِabout it
وَما أَغناهُ عَمَّن قالَ فيهِ
وَماand how أَغناكَyou have no need عَنof هَذاthis التَراميheadlong rushing
وَما أَغناكَ عَن هَذا التَرامي
And how little it needs anyone who speaks of it,
It did not benefit who it accused
And how little you need this headlong rush!
Nor did it benefit you, this rambling
أَحَبَّتكَloved you البِلادُthe country طَويلَlong دَهرٍtime
أَحَبَّتكَ البِلادُ طَويلَ دَهرٍ
وَذاand this ثَمَنُthe price الوَلاءِloyalty وَالاِحتِرامِand respect
وَذا ثَمَنُ الوَلاءِ وَالاِحتِرامِ
The country loved you for a long time,
The countries loved you for ages
And this is the price of loyalty and respect!
Such is the price of loyalty and respect
حَقَرتَyou belittled لَهاto it زِماماًa rule كُنتَyou were فيهِin it
حَقَرتَ لَها زِماماً كُنتَ فيهِ
لَعوباًplaying fast and loose بِالحُكومَةِwith government وَالذِمامِand pledges
لَعوباً بِالحُكومَةِ وَالذِمامِ
You belittled, before it, a rule in which you were
You despised a bridle you once held
Playing fast and loose with government and pledges.
Playing with rule and the reins
مَحاسِنُهُits virtues غِراسُكَyour plantings وَالمَساويand the faults
مَحاسِنُهُ غِراسُكَ وَالمَساوي
لَكَyours الثَمَرانِboth fruits مِنof حَمدٍpraise وَذامِand blame
لَكَ الثَمَرانِ مِن حَمدٍ وَذامِ
Its virtues are your plantings, and its faults as well;
Its beauty is your own planting, and the fruits
Both fruits are yours: praise and blame.
Are for you, be they praise or blame
فَهَلّاthen why not قُلتَyou said لِلشانِfor the occasion قَولاًwords
فَهَلّا قُلتَ لِلشانِ قَولاً
يَليقُbefits بِحاِلِthe stature of الماضِيَthe former الهُمامِthe valiant man
يَليقُ بِحاِلِ الماضِيَ الهُمامِ
Why, then, did you not speak words for the occasion,
Why not say to the elite words
Befitting the stature of the valiant man of old,
Befitting your excellent past?
يَبُثُّit imparts تَجارِبَexperiences الأَيّامِthe days فيهِمamong them
يَبُثُّ تَجارِبَ الأَيّامِ فيهِم
وَيَدعوand calls الرابِضينَthose crouching إِلىto القِيامِrising
وَيَدعو الرابِضينَ إِلى القِيامِ
Imparting the experience of the days to them,
Sowing in them life's experiences
And calling those crouching to rise?
Calling those asleep to awaken
خَطَبتَyou addressed عَلىto الشَبيبَةِthe youth غَيرَnot دارٍaware
خَطَبتَ عَلى الشَبيبَةِ غَيرَ دارٍ
بِأَنَّكَthat you مِنbecause of مَشيبِكَyour gray hair فيin مَنامِa slumber
بِأَنَّكَ مِن مَشيبِكَ في مَنامِ
You addressed the youth, unaware
You scolded the youth without awareness
That your gray hair has left you in a slumber.
That you were seeing yourself in a dream
وَلَولاand were it not أَنَّthat لِلأَوطانِfor homelands حُبّاًlove
وَلَولا أَنَّ لِلأَوطانِ حُبّاً
يُصِمُّmakes deaf عَنِto الوِشايَةِslander كَالغَرامِlike passion
يُصِمُّ عَنِ الوِشايَةِ كَالغَرامِ
And were it not that love of one's homeland
Were it not for a land's love
Makes one deaf to slander, like passion,
That makes one deaf to gossip, like passion itself
جَنَيتَyou inflicted عَلىupon قُلوبِthe hearts of الجَمعِthe gathering يَأساًdespair
جَنَيتَ عَلى قُلوبِ الجَمعِ يَأساً
كَأَنَّكَas though you were بَينَهُمamong them داعيthe herald of الحِمامِdeath
كَأَنَّكَ بَينَهُم داعي الحِمامِ
You would have inflicted despair on the gathering's hearts,
You would have sown despair in people's hearts
As though among them you were death's herald.
As if you were the caller to mourning among them
أَراعَكَdid it alarm you مَقتَلٌa vulnerable vital spot مِنof مِصرَEgypt باقٍremaining
أَراعَكَ مَقتَلٌ مِن مِصرَ باقٍ
فَقُمتَso you rose تَزيدُadding سَهماًan arrow فيto السِهامِthe arrows
فَقُمتَ تَزيدُ سَهماً في السِهامِ
Did a vital spot still left in Egypt alarm you,
A killing in Egypt alarmed you
So you rose to add an arrow to the arrows?
So you added arrows to the arrows
وَهَلand have تَرَكَتleft لَكَfor you السَبعونَseventy years عَقلاًreason
وَهَل تَرَكَت لَكَ السَبعونَ عَقلاً
لِعِرفانِto distinguish الحَلالِthe lawful مِنَfrom الحَرامِthe forbidden
لِعِرفانِ الحَلالِ مِنَ الحَرامِ
And have your seventy years left you reason
Did seventy years leave you
To distinguish the lawful from the forbidden?
Knowledge of right and wrong?
أَلاshall I not أُنبيكَtell you عَنabout زَمَنٍa time تَوَلّىgone by
أَلا أُنبيكَ عَن زَمَنٍ تَوَلّى
فَتَذكُرَهُso you recall it وَدَمعُكَwhile your tears فيin اِنسِجامِa steady flow
فَتَذكُرَهُ وَدَمعُكَ في اِنسِجامِ
Shall I not tell you of a time now gone,
Shall I not warn you of a time now gone
So you recall it while your tears flow freely?
That you may remember with tears of regret?
سَلِask الحِلمِيَّةَal-Hilmiyya الفَيحاءَspacious عَنهُabout it
سَلِ الحِلمِيَّةَ الفَيحاءَ عَنهُ
وَسَلand ask داراًa house عَلىon نورِNur (light) الظَلامِal-Zalam (darkness)
وَسَل داراً عَلى نورِ الظَلامِ
Ask spacious al-Hilmiyya about it,
Ask the fragrant pharaohs about it
And ask a house on Nur al-Zalam,
And ask a house filled with light in the darkness
وَسَلand ask مَنwhoever كانَwas حَولَكَaround you عَبدَa slave to جاهٍrank
وَسَل مَن كانَ حَولَكَ عَبدَ جاهٍ
يُريكَshowing you الحُبَّlove أَوor باغيa seeker of حُطامِworldly scraps
يُريكَ الحُبَّ أَو باغي حُطامِ
And ask whoever stood around you, a slave to rank,
Ask those who were around you - were they slaves of glory
Displaying love to you, or seeking worldly scraps.
Showing you love, or seekers of ruin?
رَأَواthey saw إِرثاًan inheritance سَيَذهَبُwill vanish بَعدَafter حينٍa while
رَأَوا إِرثاً سَيَذهَبُ بَعدَ حينٍ
فَكانواso they were عُصبَةًa band فيin الاِقتِسامِsharing out
فَكانوا عُصبَةً في الاِقتِسامِ
They saw an inheritance that would vanish after a while,
They saw an inheritance soon to disappear
So they formed a band to share it out.
So they banded together to divide it
وَنالواand they gained السَمعَa hearing مِنfrom أُذُنٍthe ear of كَريمٍa generous man
وَنالوا السَمعَ مِن أُذُنٍ كَريمٍ
فَنالواso they obtained مِنهُfrom him أَنواعَall kinds of المَرامِwhat they sought
فَنالوا مِنهُ أَنواعَ المَرامِ
And they won a hearing from a generous man's ear,
They got a listen from a generous ear
And from him obtained all kinds of things they sought.
And so took from it all they desired
هُمُthey حِزبٌa party وَسائِرُand the rest of مِصرَEgypt حِزبٌa party
هُمُ حِزبٌ وَسائِرُ مِصرَ حِزبٌ
وَأَنتَand you أَصَمُّdeaf عَنto داعيthe caller for الوِئامِconcord
وَأَنتَ أَصَمُّ عَن داعي الوِئامِ
They are one party, and the rest of Egypt another,
They're a party, and all Egypt's a party
And you are deaf to the caller for concord.
While you're deaf to the caller of unity
وَكَيفَand how يَنالُcan gain عَونَthe aid of اللَهِGod قَومٌa people
وَكَيفَ يَنالُ عَونَ اللَهِ قَومٌ
سَراتُهُمُtheir leaders عَوامِلُagents of الاِنقِسامِdivision
سَراتُهُمُ عَوامِلُ الاِنقِسامِ
And how can a people gain God's aid
How can a people have God's support
When their leaders are agents of division?
When their elite causes division?
إِذاwhen الأَحلامُsound judgment فيamong قَومٍa people تَوَلَّتdeparted
إِذا الأَحلامُ في قَومٍ تَوَلَّت
أَتىcommitted الكُبَراءُthe great أَفعالَthe deeds of الطَغامِthe rabble
أَتى الكُبَراءُ أَفعالَ الطَغامِ
When sound judgment deserts a people,
When dreams overtake a people
The great commit the deeds of the rabble.
The great ones act like tyrants
فَياso O تِلكَthose اللَياليnights لاdo not تَعوديreturn
فَيا تِلكَ اللَيالي لا تَعودي
وَياand O زَمَنَage of النِفاقِhypocrisy بِلاwithout سَلامِa farewell
وَيا زَمَنَ النِفاقِ بِلا سَلامِ
So, O those nights, never return!
O those nights, do not return
And you, age of hypocrisy, depart without a farewell!
O time of hypocrisy, without peace
أُحِبُّكِI love you مِصرُEgypt مِنfrom أَعماقِthe depths of قَلبيmy heart
أُحِبُّكِ مِصرُ مِن أَعماقِ قَلبي
وَحُبُّكِand love of you فيin صَميمِthe very core of القَلبِthe heart ناميgrowing
وَحُبُّكِ في صَميمِ القَلبِ نامي
I love you, Egypt, from the depths of my heart,
I love you, Egypt, from my heart's depths
And love of you grows in my heart's very core.
And this love is rooted in my heart's core
سَيَجمَعُنيwill unite me بِكِwith you التاريخُhistory يَوماًone day
سَيَجمَعُني بِكِ التاريخُ يَوماً
إِذاwhen ظَهَرَprevail الكِرامُthe noble عَلىover اللِئامِthe base
إِذا ظَهَرَ الكِرامُ عَلى اللِئامِ
History will unite me with you one day,
History will unite me with you one day
When the noble prevail over the base.
When the noble appear over the vile
لِأَجلِكِfor your sake رُحتُI lived بِالدُنياin the world شَقِيّاًwretched
لِأَجلِكِ رُحتُ بِالدُنيا شَقِيّاً
أَصُدُّI turn away الوَجهَthe face وَالدُنياwhile the world أَماميbefore me
أَصُدُّ الوَجهَ وَالدُنيا أَمامي
For your sake I have lived wretched in the world,
For your sake I roamed the world miserable
I turn my face away, though the world lies before me.
Turning my face from the world before me
وَأَنظُرُand I behold جَنَّةًa paradise جَمَعَتhas gathered ذِئاباًwolves
وَأَنظُرُ جَنَّةً جَمَعَت ذِئاباً
فَيَصرُفُنيso it turns me away الإِباءُproud refusal عَنِfrom الزِحامِthe throng
فَيَصرُفُني الإِباءُ عَنِ الزِحامِ
And I behold a paradise that has gathered wolves,
I see a paradise filled with wolves
So proud refusal turns me from the throng.
So pride makes me shun the crowds
وَهَبتُكِI gave you غَيرَnot هَيّابٍfearful يَراعاًa reed pen
وَهَبتُكِ غَيرَ هَيّابٍ يَراعاً
أَشَدَّmore formidable عَلىto العَدُوِّthe enemy مِنَthan الحُسامِthe sharp sword
أَشَدَّ عَلى العَدُوِّ مِنَ الحُسامِ
Fearlessly I have given you a reed pen,
Fearless, I gifted you a guardian
More formidable to the enemy than a sharp sword.
More firm against enemies than a sword
سَيَكتُبُit will write عَنكِof you فَوقَabove ثَرىthe dust of رِياضٍRiyad
سَيَكتُبُ عَنكِ فَوقَ ثَرى رِياضٍ
وَفيand in التاريخِhistory صَفحَةَthe page of الاِتِّهامِindictment
وَفي التاريخِ صَفحَةَ الاِتِّهامِ
It will write of you, above the dust of Riyad,
They will write over meadows' soil about you
And in history, the page of indictment.
And in history - a page of blame
أَفيis it at السَبعينَseventy وَالدُنياwhile the world تَوَلَّتhas turned away
أَفي السَبعينَ وَالدُنيا تَوَلَّت
وَلاand not يُرجىis hoped for سِوىexcept حُسنِa good الخِتامِending
وَلا يُرجى سِوى حُسنِ الخِتامِ
At seventy, when the world has turned away,
At seventy, with the world in tatters
And only a good ending can be hoped for,
What's left but a good ending to hope for?
تَكونُyou become وَأَنتَthough you are رِياضُRiyad مِصرٍof Egypt
تَكونُ وَأَنتَ رِياضُ مِصرٍ
عُرابيUrabi اليَومَtoday فيin نَظَرِthe eyes of الأَنامِmankind
عُرابي اليَومَ في نَظَرِ الأَنامِ
Will you, though you are Egypt's Riyad, become
You who were Egypt's meadow
Today's Urabi in the eyes of mankind?
Are today just tribesmen in people's eyes
Sol 6.1