بشراك هذا الذلة انقشعا

بشراك هذا الذلة انقشعا

 وانفك عن ساعيك القيد وانقطعا

وانفك عن ساعيك القيد وانقطعا

Glad tidings to you! This humiliation has lifted,

With your dawn this disgrace has dispersed

Good tidings to you, for this humiliation has dispelled, and the shackle has loosened from your limb and snapped.

And the shackle loosened from your striver and snapped.

And the shackle has fallen off your pursuer and broken

You have shaken evil, leaving no corner behind for it to hide in, nor have you left a refuge.

ازلزل الشر ما خلفت زاوية

ازلزل الشر ما خلفت زاوية

 يندس فيها ولا أبقيت منتجعا

يندس فيها ولا أبقيت منتجعا

Was evil shaken? You left no corner

I shook evil wherever a corner remained

O nation, from whose chest no idol ever fell, but that it bequeathed its place to a base one who seized control.

For it to lurk in, nor left a refuge.

Where it sneaks in and not left a refuge

From everyone who repays the hand that feeds him provisions with malice, and who bites the very breast he suckled.

يا أمة ما انهوى عن صدرها صنم

يا أمة ما انهوى عن صدرها صنم

 الا وأوصى لدانمنه فافترعا

الا وأوصى لدانمنه فافترعا

O nation, from whose breast no idol has toppled

O nation, no idol has withdrawn from her chest

Hark, hear the Trumpet and the dead as they rise, for today every soul shall be recompensed for what it wrought.

Without bequeathing its place to one still baser, who then ascended,

Except it bequeathed an incessant seeker to it

God is Great! You granted no tyrant respite, except that he might reap the fire he had sown.

من كل جازي يد بالزاد تطعمه

من كل جازي يد بالزاد تطعمه

 غلا ومن آكل الثدي الذي رضعا

غلا ومن آكل الثدي الذي رضعا

From among those who repay the hand that feeds them food

For every harvester, a hand feeds him

A generation of angry eyes and a caravan of two generations' rage have gathered at your rendezvous.

With a shackle, and those who devour the breast they suckled.

Boiling water, and for the suckling of the breast that nursed

And there descended from it upon the oppressor and his clique a shadow that scaled the wall and fortress to reach him.

هاك اسمعي الصور والموتى اذا انبعثوا

هاك اسمعي الصور والموتى اذا انبعثوا

 فاليوم كل سيجزى بالذي صنعا

فاليوم كل سيجزى بالذي صنعا

Behold! Hear the trumpet, and the dead when they rise;

For today each will be recompensed for what they have done

Like a torrent of lava, and fire born of darkness, and death itself—if death could contain such terror.

For today each shall be repaid for what he did.

God is Greatest, how you gave respite to a tyrant

Not even the horror of Cain as he fled, pursued by the eyes of his shrouded brother wherever he turned,

الله أكبر ما أمهلت طاغية

الله أكبر ما أمهلت طاغية

 الا لكي يحصد النار التى زرعا

الا لكي يحصد النار التى زرعا

God is greatest! You granted no tyrant respite

Except so he reaps the fire he planted

From whose glances a phantom split the earth apart, driving the spilled blood upon him until it spread wide,

Except that he might reap the fire he sowed.

A generation with angry eyes and a caravan

Is a day more filled with terror than when the howling winds of disaster surprised the tyrant, and he turned pale.

جيل من الأعين الغضبى وقافلة

جيل من الأعين الغضبى وقافلة

 من غيظ جيلين في ميعادك اجتمعا

من غيظ جيلين في ميعادك اجتمعا

A generation of wrathful eyes, and a caravan

Of two generations' wrath gathered at your appointment

A day when every aggrieved heart was healed, and the palace was shaken until it tilted and cracked.

Of two generations' fury, met at your appointed hour.

And from it swooped down upon the oppressor and his band

And the arm of a captive reached out from where he turned, while the steel around him turned black and gleamed.

وانحط منها على الباغي وزمرته

وانحط منها على الباغي وزمرته

 ظل تخطى اليه السور والقلعا

ظل تخطى اليه السور والقلعا

And from it descended upon the oppressor and his clique

A shadow that jumped over the fence and fortress

In a stance where the beggar exhaled her humiliation upon the prince who had sated himself on her hunger.

A shadow that crossed the rampart and fortresses to reach him,

Like a torrent of magma and fire of injustice

And a clique of thieves—all that they had hoarded could not repel or ward off the people's judgment.

كالسيل من حمم والنار من ظلم

كالسيل من حمم والنار من ظلم

 والموت لو كان يحوي ذلك الفزعا

والموت لو كان يحوي ذلك الفزعا

Like a torrent of lava, and fire out of darkness,

And death, if only it contained that horror

Through the white revolution, you brought the high and mighty low, and hastened to the head, severing it completely.

And death, if it could contain such terror.

What is the fear of Cain when he dashes so his brother pursues him

Vengeance was not quenched by the nation's executioner, even though the fire struck him down and he fell.

ما رعب قابيل اذ يعدو فتتبعه

ما رعب قابيل اذ يعدو فتتبعه

 عينا أخيه المسجى حيثما نزعا

عينا أخيه المسجى حيثما نزعا

Never was Cain's terror, as he ran, pursued

With his buried eyes wherever he turned

So he exacted his due from the executioner's corpse, repaying in blood the tally of the victims.

By his shrouded brother's eyes wherever he turned—

The earth split open for him from their stares a ghost

This is the one who caused every bereaved mother's sorrow, the violator of victims—would that he had trembled!

شق الثرى عنه من لحظيهما شبح

شق الثرى عنه من لحظيهما شبح

 أزجى عليه الدم المطلول فاتسعا

أزجى عليه الدم المطلول فاتسعا

From their glances a specter split the earth to emerge,

Poured upon him the spilled blood so it spread

The thief of light who extinguished it from my eyes, and who turned the sleep in my son's cradle into pain.

Driving unavenged blood upon him until it spread—

A day more terrible than the horror that suddenly

Yesterday we were captives beneath his threshold; today we give him what he gave and what he withheld.

يوما بأوفى من الرعب الذي فجأت

يوما بأوفى من الرعب الذي فجأت

 نكبأؤه الصرصر الطاغوت فامتقعا

نكبأؤه الصرصر الطاغوت فامتقعا

Ever greater than the terror whose sudden

Struck its disaster upon the little tyrant so it swelled

The revolting crowds did not cut him nor bleed him, except with the very wounds he inflicted and the cuts he made.

Howling squall struck the tyrant, and he turned pale.

A day every heart that contained it gathered

The army did not fail, save for the expectations of a clique that imagined it would follow their every desire.

يوم اشتفى كل قلب كان فاجمعه

يوم اشتفى كل قلب كان فاجمعه

 وزلزل القصر حتى مال وانصدعا

وزلزل القصر حتى مال وانصدعا

The day every heart he had afflicted found relief,

And the palace shook until it leaned and cracked

For the army was naught but the fortress of its nation, the lifter of injustice whenever it befell.

And shook the palace until it leaned and split;

And from where he turned, wearing a prisoner's shackle

If a calamity befalls her, a worse one touches him, and if she calls out to him, he hears and obeys.

وامتد من حيث ولى باع محتجز

وامتد من حيث ولى باع محتجز

 واسود من حوله الفولاذ والتمعا

واسود من حوله الفولاذ والتمعا

And from wherever he fled, a captor's arm stretched out,

The steel and glitter around him turned black

The army was but the secret of its leader, he who liberated the necks of the oppressed when he rose.

And all around him steel blackened and flashed.

In a standstill the beggar breathed his humiliation

Abd al-Karim, who through his revolution made flow water and light, like a rain-cloud flashing bright.

في موقف تنفس الشحاذ ذلتها

في موقف تنفس الشحاذ ذلتها

 فيه الأمير الذي من جوعها شبعا

فيه الأمير الذي من جوعها شبعا

In a scene where her humiliation was breathed as a beggar breathes,

While the prince who fed on their hunger satiated

Did you journey by night while Baghdad slumbered in her prison, before the star of Canopus had risen?

By the prince who had eaten his fill from her hunger,

And a band of thieves, whatever they gathered

No sooner had the morning breathed, or nearly so, than he had smashed the idols and uprooted them all.

وزمرة من لصوص كل ما جمعت

وزمرة من لصوص كل ما جمعت

 ما رد عنها قضاء الشعب أو دفعا

ما رد عنها قضاء الشعب أو دفعا

And a band of thieves—whose entire hoard

Did not prevent the people's decree or drive it back

In a revolution from which the people returned victorious, with truth flourishing and oppression struck down.

Could neither avert nor repel the people's judgment.

You have lowered its highness with the white revolution

Until every inch of Iraq blossomed in pride, and in its port today, the light of dawn has shone.

أنزلت بالثورة البيضاء عاليها

أنزلت بالثورة البيضاء عاليها

 سفلا وعاجلت منها الرأس فاقتطعا

سفلا وعاجلت منها الرأس فاقتطعا

With the white revolution you brought its heights

And hastily cut off its head and severed

Low, and swiftly struck its head, which was severed.

Vengeance was not quenched from the nation's tormentor

لم يرتو الثأر من جلاد أمته

لم يرتو الثأر من جلاد أمته

 حتى وان جندلته النار وانصرعا

حتى وان جندلته النار وانصرعا

Vengeance was not sated by the executioner of his nation,

Until the fire burned him and he collapsed

Even though fire had felled him and he lay struck down.

So it took from the corpse of the tormentor, estimating

فاقتض من جيفة الجلاد مجتزيا

فاقتض من جيفة الجلاد مجتزيا

 منها عداد الضحايا من دم دفعا

منها عداد الضحايا من دم دفعا

So it exacted payment from the executioner's carcass, taking

From it the number of victims from the blood it shed

From it as many installments of blood as there were victims.

This one to whom every bereaved woman is his problem

هذا الذي كل ثكلى فهو مشكلها

هذا الذي كل ثكلى فهو مشكلها

 والمستحل الضحايا ليته ارتعدا

والمستحل الضحايا ليته ارتعدا

This is the one who brought every bereaved mother her grief,

And who made the victims permissible, if only he trembled

And deemed the victims lawful prey—if only he had trembled!

And the thief of light from my children's eyes he extinguished

والسارق النور من عيني أطفأه

والسارق النور من عيني أطفأه

 والجاعل النوم في مهد ابنني وجعا

والجاعل النوم في مهد ابنني وجعا

And the thief who stole the light from my eyes and quenched it,

And made sleep in the cradle of my son anguish

And made sleep in my son's cradle into pain.

Yesterday we were captives under his rule

بالأمس كنا سبايا دون سدته

بالأمس كنا سبايا دون سدته

 فاليوم نعطيه ما أعطى وما منعا

فاليوم نعطيه ما أعطى وما منعا

Yesterday we were captives before his throne;

Today we give him what he gave and what he deprived

So today we give him what he gave, and what he withheld.

The rising masses did not shred him

ما قطعته الجموع الثائرات ولا

ما قطعته الجموع الثائرات ولا

 أدمته الا بما أدمى وما قطعا

أدمته الا بما أدمى وما قطعا

The insurgent crowds did not dismember him, nor

Except with what he shredded and did not cut

Make him bleed, save in return for those he had bloodied and cut apart.

The army did not lie except the fancy of a rabble

لم يكذب الجيش الا ظن شرذمة

لم يكذب الجيش الا ظن شرذمة

 خالته في كل ما تبغى له تبعا

خالته في كل ما تبغى له تبعا

The army belied only a small clique's expectation,

Who thought it would follow whatever they desired

Which imagined it subservient to everything the clique desired.

The army was nothing but the fence of its nation

والجيش ما كان الا سور أمته

والجيش ما كان الا سور أمته

 والرافع الجور عنها كلما وقعا

والرافع الجور عنها كلما وقعا

And the army was only its nation's rampart,

Lifting injustice from it whenever it fell

And the force that lifted oppression from her whenever it fell.

Whether it rises or touches one of us

ان تعل وان تمس بنائبة

ان تعل وان تمس بنائبة

 مسته أدهى وان نادت به سمعا

مسته أدهى وان نادت به سمعا

If she falls ill, and if calamity touches her,

It touches it more painfully if we call it answers

A worse one touches it; and if she calls upon it, it hears.

The army was nothing but its leader's secret

والجيش ما كان الا سر قائده

والجيش ما كان الا سر قائده

 هذا الذي حرر الأعناق اذ طلعا

هذا الذي حرر الأعناق اذ طلعا

And the army was only its commander's secret,

This one who freed the necks when it emerged

This man who unshackled necks when he arose:

Abdul Karim who made his revolution run

عبد الكريم الذي أجرى بثورته

عبد الكريم الذي أجرى بثورته

 ماء ونورا كغيم ممطر لمعا

ماء ونورا كغيم ممطر لمعا

Abd al-Karim, who through his revolution made flow

Water and light like a raining cloud it shone

Water and light, like a raincloud that flashed.

Yesterday Baghdad was sleeping under the night

أمسرى وبغداد تحت الليل غافية

أمسرى وبغداد تحت الليل غافية

 في سجنها وسهيل بعد ما طلعا

في سجنها وسهيل بعد ما طلعا

He journeyed by night, while Baghdad slept beneath the night,

In its prison while Suhail had just emerged

In her prison, and Suhayl had not yet risen.

So it barely breathed or morning began to shine

فما تنفس أو كاد الصباح نها

فما تنفس أو كاد الصباح نها

 الا وقد حطم الأوثان واقتلعا

الا وقد حطم الأوثان واقتلعا

And dawn had scarcely breathed there, or come close to breathing,

Except it had smashed the idols and uprooted

When he had already shattered and uprooted the idols,

In a revolution where the people returned victorious

في ثورة عاد منها الشعب منتصرا

في ثورة عاد منها الشعب منتصرا

 والحق مزدهرا والبغي منصرعا

والحق مزدهرا والبغي منصرعا

In a revolution from which the people emerged victorious,

And truth thriving and tyranny collapsed

And right flourishing, and oppression overthrown.

Until every inch of Iraq beamed and in

حتى ازدهى كل شبر في العراق ففي

حتى ازدهى كل شبر في العراق ففي

 مينائه اليوم نور الفجر قد سطعا

مينائه اليوم نور الفجر قد سطعا

Until every handspan in Iraq glowed with pride; for in

Its port today the dawn's light has emerged

Its harbor today the light of dawn has shone.