لِلَّهِ قَوْمي فَكَمْ ندىً خَضِلٍ

لِلَّهِ قَوْمي فَكَمْ ندىً خَضِلٍ

فَيهِمْ وَكَمْ مَحْتِدٍ لَهُمْ سَنِمِ

فَيهِمْ وَكَمْ مَحْتِدٍ لَهُمْ سَنِمِ

God bless my people—how much dewy bounty

For my people, how much dew in the meadows,

is among them, and how many lofty lineages are theirs!

And how many banners for them flutter in the wind,

وَباسِمٍ وَالجِيادُ عابِسَةٌ

وَباسِمٍ وَالجِيادُ عابِسَةٌ

وَالبِيضُ مُحْمَرَّةُ الظُّبا بِدَمِ

وَالبِيضُ مُحْمَرَّةُ الظُّبا بِدَمِ

And many a smiling man, while the steeds are scowling,

With swords unsheathed while the horses frown,

and the bright swords' edges are reddened with blood.

Their white robes stained with blood.

لَمْ يَتَوَسَّدْ ذِراعَ هِمَّتِهِ

لَمْ يَتَوَسَّدْ ذِراعَ هِمَّتِهِ

إِلّا رَأى النَّجْمَ مَوْطِئَ القَدَمِ

إِلّا رَأى النَّجْمَ مَوْطِئَ القَدَمِ

Never did he pillow his head on the arm of his ambition

He never rested his head on his arm’s strength

without seeing the star as a foothold.

Except to see the stars beneath his feet.

وَإِنْ أَضاءَتْ فِي اللَّيْلِ غُرَّتُهُ

وَإِنْ أَضاءَتْ فِي اللَّيْلِ غُرَّتُهُ

أَرَتْكَ صُبْحاً في حِنْدِسِ الظُّلَمِ

أَرَتْكَ صُبْحاً في حِنْدِسِ الظُّلَمِ

And if his radiant brow shone in the night,

If in the night his anger flared,

it would show you dawn in the pitch-black darkness.

It showed you the dawn in the darkness of night.

مِنْ أَيِّ أَقْطارِهِ أَتَيْتَ ثَنى

مِنْ أَيِّ أَقْطارِهِ أَتَيْتَ ثَنى

إِلَيْكَ أَعْطافَهُ مِنَ الكَرَمِ

إِلَيْكَ أَعْطافَهُ مِنَ الكَرَمِ

From whichever quarter you approached him, he turned

From which of his lands have you come in pairs

his body toward you, out of generosity.

To incline to you his noble nature?