1. Egypt mixed her tears with his blood,
And she collapsed, crying over his remains,

2. My soul yearned for them as she wept,
And he bought her survival with his death,

3. His noble soul was too great to live,
While the wounded's life was filled with pride,

4. So she whispered to him to break the shackles,
And cleanse your spearhead from the unjust,

5. So he answered the call “I am at your service, O Egypt!”,
And his voice trembled in his blood,

6. And he rose to the sky as a martyr,
Exalt this martyr in the highest,

7. Honor his memory, for God has honored,
His soil with abundance from His bounty,

8. And shed tears as a prayer for him,
That would melt over his enemies,

9. He is, in existence, like the dawn and light,
And like the night in the eternity of his survival,

10. He is in the sky and earth an eternal spirit,
Immortal, essence of his purity,

11. He appeared to me like an apparition, overwhelmed by passion,
And like a voice, disappeared into echoes,

12. So sighs poured over my mouth,
Inspired by his sorrow and crying,

13. I said “This light was once dust,
God deposited in it the secret of His heavens,

14. How did the dust become light, O Lord,
That dazzled the eyes of the world with its radiance?”,

15. So my thoughts called out that he is the flower,
That died in the springtime of its meadow,

16. And my innermost being whispered that he is the heart,
That his eternal spirit immortalized,

17. Verily this light is the memory of a martyr,
Whose heart God cleansed with His brilliance,

18. He lived in his land a stranger, and turned away,
Like the lamp of a stranger in its valleys,

19. He lived in his land a stranger, as the forefathers lived,
Who were left behind by their ancestors,

20. The lord of a night that passed supplicating God,
With a flood of prayers in his invocation,

21. Saying “O Lord, this is Egypt complaining,
Of the injustice of this foreigner in his tyranny,

22. O Lord, life is an arrogant wave,
The Nile’s boat wanders lost in its curves,

23. Its sailor slept, so the winds blew it astray,
And the helmsman was heedless of steering it,

24. O Lord, this existence is made by Your palms,
Yet we are deprived of its good and comfort,

25. You are its Compeller, to You belong power and might,
You separated its dawn from its evening,

26. My people lived in it as humiliated slaves,
To a colonizer whose life is their demise,

27. They fled from Tabarq and Bir Hakeem,
Like scattered ostriches in the desert,

28. Woe to him who portrayed the youth as wounded,
And before the innocent he went astray in his transgression,

29. He won by treachery, so the foolish were jubilant,
And he permitted murder amongst his allies,

30. The universe was astonished - inanimate and sensate -
At the coward whose roar is his demise,

31. A criminal who thought us slaves to him,
So he hopes for surrender from his prisoners,

32. How can his fire hurt those who surrounded him,
With the loyalty of the faithful in adversity?

33. Verily it is a story of humiliation recited,
Over a land whose affliction is from its ordeal,

34. The story of the English in the land of Egypt,
It is the crop of history since its inception,

35. O Egypt, I would not have been from the Nile’s people, if you lived,
While the Nile of eternity suffers from its ordeal,

36. And I am the peasant's son, bitten by poverty,
With fangs that hurt from its tribulation,

37. And I am the wretched worker in my ignorance,
The deprived patient, from whom all desires are stripped,

38. I perish in Egypt from hunger and nakedness,
While the enemy revels in its fertile land and wealth,

39. I perish in my homeland while my enemy,
Fools around with its wine and women,

40. I have not known life if I lived a day,
While my enemy wanders lost in his arrogance,

41. And the Nile of eternity in the universe's consciousness,
Is the complaint of the stabbed in his gut,

42. And I am the capable poet with my art,
To return life to its dismembered limbs,

43. O youth of jihad, the Nile has called you,
So revive your souls with its sacrifice,

44. It is the Nile, Egypt’s heart, and you,
O youth of jihad, are from its sons,

45. Do it justice against those who made lawful,
Blood that God forbade to be shed in His heavens,

46. And you have in the martyr a true example,
Exalt this martyr in the highest!