الاسخياء له بغير بلادهم

الاسخياء له بغير بلادهم

 الباخلون بها على الضعفاء

الباخلون بها على الضعفاء

Those generous to him with lands not their own,

The generous ones have a country other than theirs

They are generous with lands not their own, yet stingy with them towards the weak.

Those who withhold them from the weak,

The stingy ones withhold it from the weak

Those capable of usurping you by force; so today the people have risen from slumber.

بالقادرونعلى اغتصابك عنوة

بالقادرونعلى اغتصابك عنوة

 فاليوم هب الشعب من اغفاء

فاليوم هب الشعب من اغفاء

By those able to seize you by force—

Those capable of taking you by force

O people, it is not Jerusalem alone that complains of the horror of wounds from the reckless hand.

So today the people rose from slumber.

So today, the people have awakened from slumber

Your wound remains bleeding and gushing, despite the end of the savage strike.

يا شعب ليس القدس تشكو وحدها

يا شعب ليس القدس تشكو وحدها

 هول الجراح من اليد الرعناء

هول الجراح من اليد الرعناء

O people, Jerusalem is not alone in lamenting

O people, not only Jerusalem complains

The free man is far too noble to seek in tears a relief from his agony.

The horror of wounds from the reckless hand.

Of the pain from the vulgar hand

For judgment belongs to blood and the drawn sword, and to war, not to the silent tear.

ما زال جرحك وهو دام دافق

ما زال جرحك وهو دام دافق

 رغم انتهاء الطعنة النجلاء

رغم انتهاء الطعنة النجلاء

Your wound still bleeds and gushes,

Your wound still bleeds while it's open

Victory belongs to the people who do not bend from their resolve and the fierce assault.

Though the deep, gaping thrust has ended.

Despite the cruel stab healing

Drive out the tyrants with every sharp edge; nothing wipes away shame like their expulsion.

والحر أبعد غاية من أن يرى

والحر أبعد غاية من أن يرى

 في الدمع تخفيفا من البرحاء

في الدمع تخفيفا من البرحاء

The free man aims too high to see

The free man sees the farthest goal

Until I see you satisfied and content, free despite the blue eyes of the foe.

In tears relief from anguish.

Is not easing the pain through tears

And I see the land as a blooming garden, its sons protected by one another.

فالحكم للدم والسلاح المنتظى

فالحكم للدم والسلاح المنتظى

 والحرب لا للدمعة الخرساء

والحرب لا للدمعة الخرساء

For the verdict belongs to blood and the drawn weapon,

Judgement is for blood, the awaited weapon

And Jerusalem inhabited by every free soul, radiant in all parts through those who toil.

And to war—not to the mute tear.

And war not for the silent tear

O people, call out to every heedless sleeper, blind to the misery Jerusalem tastes.

والنصر للشعب الذي لا ينثني

والنصر للشعب الذي لا ينثني

 عن عزمه والصولة النكراء

عن عزمه والصولة النكراء

And victory belongs to the people who do not bend

Victory for the unyielding people

The enemies enacted no freedom therein, save to cripple a hand and spill blood.

From their resolve and their fearsome onslaught.

In their resolve and valiant clamor

What use is your paradise that you have cultivated, when fire surrounds the verdant garden?

أجل الطغاة بكل حد صارم

أجل الطغاة بكل حد صارم

 ما أن يزيل العار كالأجلاء

ما أن يزيل العار كالأجلاء

Expel the tyrants with every keen blade;

Death to tyrants in every harsh way

O my oppressed people, this is a stand where the loyal are distinguished from the chameleon.

Nothing wipes away dishonor like expulsion.

To remove disgrace like moths

Why is it that your kin, standing alone, fear not the might of blind force?

حتى أراك وأنت راض هانىء

حتى أراك وأنت راض هانىء

 حر برغم الأعين الزرقاء

حر برغم الأعين الزرقاء

Until I see you content and at ease,

Until I see you happy and content

Every absent group chants 'Long live liberation,' distracted from the day of true struggle.

Free despite the blue eyes;

Free despite the blue eyes

While tomorrow belongs to the sacrifice of the toilers, the bearers of that black insignia.

وأرى الجزيرة وهي روض مونق

وأرى الجزيرة وهي روض مونق

 محمية الأبناء بالأبناء

محمية الأبناء بالأبناء

And see the island as a lovely garden,

And I see the peninsula a groomed garden

O people, here you stand with steadfast heart, when the day of the red revolution arrives.

Its sons protected by its sons.

Protected by its youth

والقدس يسكن كل حر ربعها

والقدس يسكن كل حر ربعها

 بالعاملين وضيئة الأنحاء

بالعاملين وضيئة الأنحاء

And Jerusalem, every free man dwelling in her precincts,

And Jerusalem where every free man lives

Her quarters radiant with workers.

In its corners working and bright

ياشعب ناد بكل ساه غافل

ياشعب ناد بكل ساه غافل

 عما تذوق القدس من بأساء

عما تذوق القدس من بأساء

O people, call out to every heedless, oblivious one,

O people call every heedless asleep

Unaware of the misery Jerusalem tastes.

Of what Jerusalem tasted of torment

ما أشرع الأعداء فيها حرية

ما أشرع الأعداء فيها حرية

 الا لشل يد وسفك دماء

الا لشل يد وسفك دماء

The enemies instituted no freedom there

The enemies unleashed no freedom in it

Except to paralyze a hand and shed blood.

Except to paralyze and spill blood

ما نفع جنتك التى نضرتها

ما نفع جنتك التى نضرتها

 والنار حول الجنة الخضراء

والنار حول الجنة الخضراء

What good is your garden, which you made flourish,

Of no use was your blooming garden

While fire surrounds the green garden?

With fire around the green oasis

يا شعبي المظلوم هذا موقف

يا شعبي المظلوم هذا موقف

 بان الوفي به من الحرباء

بان الوفي به من الحرباء

O my oppressed people, this is a moment

O my wronged people, this is a stand

In which the loyal man stands apart from the chameleon.

Only the valiant lasts in war

ما بال رهطك وهو باق وحده

ما بال رهطك وهو باق وحده

 لم يخش بأس القوة العمياء

لم يخش بأس القوة العمياء

How is it that your band, remaining alone,

Why when your tribes remain alone

Has not feared the might of blind force?

Did they not fear the blind might

عاش التحرر كل رهط غائب

عاش التحرر كل رهط غائب

 الاه يوم الجد والأعياء

الاه يوم الجد والأعياء

Long live liberation! Every band is absent

Freedom lived, every absent tribe

Except yours on the day of struggle and exhaustion.

Oh day of fatigue and exhaustion

وغدا فداء الكادحين وجمعهم

وغدا فداء الكادحين وجمعهم

 أصحاب تلك الشارة السوداء

أصحاب تلك الشارة السوداء

And tomorrow, a sacrifice for the toilers and their ranks

And tomorrow the redemption of the workers and their gathering

Will be the bearers of that black emblem.

Owners of the black badge

يا شعب هذا أنت جأش رابط

يا شعب هذا أنت جأش رابط

 ان حان يوم الثورة الحمراء

ان حان يوم الثورة الحمراء

O people, this is you—a steadfast heart—

O people, you are an anchored army

If the day of the red revolution comes.

If the day of red revolution comes