لَقَدindeed نَصَلَhas faded الدُجىthe darkness فَمَتىso when تَنامُwill you sleep
لَقَد نَصَلَ الدُجى فَمَتى تَنامُ
أَهَمٌّis it worry ذادَdrove away نَومَكَyour sleep أَمor هُيامُlovesickness
أَهَمٌّ ذادَ نَومَكَ أَم هُيامُ
The darkness has faded; when will you sleep?
Night's gloom has fallen, so when will you sleep?
Is it worry that drove away your sleep, or lovesickness?
Does wakefulness deny you rest or sorrow keep?
غَفاdozed المَحزونُthe sorrowful one وَالشاكيand the complaining one وَأَغفىand fell asleep
غَفا المَحزونُ وَالشاكي وَأَغفى
أَخوa sufferer of البَلوىaffliction وَنامَand slept المُستَهامُthe love-stricken one
أَخو البَلوى وَنامَ المُستَهامُ
The sorrowful and the complaining have dozed, and so has
The grieving and complaining are now both asleep,
The afflicted; the love-stricken has slept.
As is he who bears adversity, while you still weep,
وَأَنتَand you تُقَلِّبُyou turn الكَفَّينِboth hands آناًat one moment
وَأَنتَ تُقَلِّبُ الكَفَّينِ آناً
وَآوِنَةًand at other times يُقَلِّبُكَtosses you about السَقامُillness
وَآوِنَةً يُقَلِّبُكَ السَقامُ
Yet you wring both hands at one moment,
Turning your palms this way and that, sickness steals your sleep,
And at other times, sickness tosses you about.
Tears streamed down your cheeks till clouds learned from your eyes to weep,
تَحَدَّرَتِstreamed down المَدامِعُthe tears مِنكَfrom you حَتّىuntil
تَحَدَّرَتِ المَدامِعُ مِنكَ حَتّى
تَعَلَّمَlearned مِنfrom مَحاجِرِكَyour eye sockets الغَمامُthe clouds
تَعَلَّمَ مِن مَحاجِرِكَ الغَمامُ
Your tears have streamed down until
Your tossing and turning startled the darkness awake
The clouds learned from your eyes.
You argue with fate while the world succumbs to slumber's embrace
وَضَجَّتand cried out مِنbecause of تَقَلُّبِكَyour tossing الحَشاياthe mattresses
وَضَجَّت مِن تَقَلُّبِكَ الحَشايا
وَأَشفَقَand felt pity مِنat تَلَهُّفِكَyour anguished yearning الظَلامُthe darkness
وَأَشفَقَ مِن تَلَهُّفِكَ الظَلامُ
The mattresses cried out at your tossing,
You hid your love from us until silence itself gave voice to your case
And the darkness pitied your anguished yearning.
By your Lord, has passion returned, or the past been displaced?
تَبيتُyou spend the night تُساجِلُyou vie with الأَفلاكَthe celestial spheres سُهداًin sleeplessness
تَبيتُ تُساجِلُ الأَفلاكَ سُهداً
وَعَينُand the eye of الكَونِthe universe رَنَّقَهاblurred it المَنامُsleep
وَعَينُ الكَونِ رَنَّقَها المَنامُ
You spend the night vying with the heavens in wakefulness,
Gray hairs shine like swords fixed to your cheeks by time's embrace
While sleep has dimmed the universe's eye.
Does it befit an author, jewel of Egypt, to cry like a babe weaned from its place?
وَتَكتُمُناand you conceal from us حَديثَthe story of هَواكَyour love حَتّىuntil
وَتَكتُمُنا حَديثَ هَواكَ حَتّى
أَذاعَrevealed الصَمتُsilence ماwhat أَخفىhid الكَلامُspeech
أَذاعَ الصَمتُ ما أَخفى الكَلامُ
You conceal from us the story of your love, until
Passion distracts you from Egypt’s plight, while in the tyrant’s grip it is debased
Silence reveals what speech concealed.
If my heart holds any love but Egypt, let me from love's circle be erased
بِرَبِّكَby your Lord هَلwhether رَجَعتَyou returned إِلىto رَسيسٍa lingering trace
بِرَبِّكَ هَل رَجَعتَ إِلى رَسيسٍ
مِنَof الذِكرىmemory وَهَلand whether رَجَعَreturned الغَرامُpassionate love
مِنَ الذِكرى وَهَل رَجَعَ الغَرامُ
By your Lord, have you returned to a lingering trace
I recall her glory when mighty Pharaohs ruled that virtuous place
Of memory, and has passion returned?
When men were men, and time itself was her devoted race
وَقَدand indeed لَمَعَgleamed المَشيبُgray hair وَذاكَand that سَيفٌa sword
وَقَد لَمَعَ المَشيبُ وَذاكَ سَيفٌ
عَلىupon فَودَيكَyour two temples عَلَّقَهُhung it الحِمامُdeath
عَلى فَودَيكَ عَلَّقَهُ الحِمامُ
And gray hair has flashed—and that is a sword
What happens there disturbs me, while Egypt therein lies disgraced
That death has hung upon your temples.
I see a people brought low by a crippling disease no cure can chase
أَيَجمُلُdoes it befit بِالأَديبِthe man of letters أَديبِthe man of letters of مِصرٍEgypt
أَيَجمُلُ بِالأَديبِ أَديبِ مِصرٍ
بُكاءُthe weeping of الطِفلِthe child أَرهَقَهُburdened him الفِطامُweaning
بُكاءُ الطِفلِ أَرهَقَهُ الفِطامُ
Does it befit the man of letters, Egypt's man of letters,
When one year of woe passes, another appears in its place
To weep like a child distressed by weaning?
The plague of resignation has spread till livelihood is displaced
وَيَصرِفُهُand distracts him الهَوىlove عَنfrom ذِكرِremembering مِصرٍEgypt
وَيَصرِفُهُ الهَوى عَن ذِكرِ مِصرٍ
وَمِصرٌand Egypt فيin يَدِthe hand of الباغيthe oppressor تُضامُis oppressed
وَمِصرٌ في يَدِ الباغي تُضامُ
And should love distract him from remembering Egypt,
It defies our wise men, as leprosy defies a cure or treatment space
While Egypt is oppressed in the tyrant's grasp?
Just as a man’s death stems from his hesitation, a people's death stems from disgrace
عَدِمتُmay I lose يَراعَتيmy reed pen إِنif كانَis ماwhat بيin me
عَدِمتُ يَراعَتي إِن كانَ ما بي
هَوىًlove بَينَbetween الضُلوعِthe ribs لَهُit has ضِرامُa blaze
هَوىً بَينَ الضُلوعِ لَهُ ضِرامُ
May I lose my pen if what afflicts me
We have grown weak and divided, with no efforts made to unite this place
Is love with a fire burning between my ribs.
Our plight in Egypt has worsened, as others thrive and our station is debased
وَماand what أَناI وَالغَرامَand passion وَشابَand turned gray رَأسيmy head
وَما أَنا وَالغَرامَ وَشابَ رَأسي
وَغالَand ravaged شَبابِيَmy youth الخَطبُcalamity الجُسامُgrievous
وَغالَ شَبابِيَ الخَطبُ الجُسامُ
What have I to do with passion, when my head has grayed,
No wonder our own ways have conquered us, while most of us slumber in night’s embrace
And grievous calamity has ravaged my youth?
Awaken, Hussein, men who pursue truth and justice but now rest in night’s embrace
وَرَبّانيand schooled me الَّذيthat which رَبّىschooled لَبيداًLabid
وَرَبّاني الَّذي رَبّى لَبيداً
فَعَلَّمَنيso taught me الَّذيwhat جَهِلَdid not know الأَنامُhumankind
فَعَلَّمَني الَّذي جَهِلَ الأَنامُ
And that which schooled Labid has schooled me,
Help your brother’s son as your father helped you, for in your hands salvation has its place
Then taught me what humankind did not know.
Bring concord to the council hall, for discord has destroyed this oasis space
لَعَمرُكَby your life ماnot أَرِقتُI lay awake لِغَيرِfor other than مِصرٍEgypt
لَعَمرُكَ ما أَرِقتُ لِغَيرِ مِصرٍ
وَماand not ليfor me دونَهاapart from her أَمَلٌa hope يُرامُto be pursued
وَما لي دونَها أَمَلٌ يُرامُ
By your life, I have lain awake for none but Egypt,
Teach them to confront adversity, for one like you will not be daunted in combat’s face
And apart from her I have no hope to pursue.
The Party of the Right, though few, are honorable men fixed in your embrace
ذَكَرتُI remembered جَلالَهاher majesty أَيّامَthe days when كانَتshe was
ذَكَرتُ جَلالَها أَيّامَ كانَت
تَصولُwielded might بِهاthrough her الفَراعِنَةُthe Pharaohs العِظامُthe mighty
تَصولُ بِها الفَراعِنَةُ العِظامُ
I recalled her majesty in the days when
The Party of the Left has lions, unbroken, though now they suffer loss and night’s embrace
The mighty Pharaohs wielded power through her.
Be for this land, seize every chance, let no setback your resolve displace
وَأَيّامَand the days when الرِجالُthe men بِهاin her رِجالٌmen
وَأَيّامَ الرِجالُ بِها رِجالٌ
وَأَيّامَand the days when الزَمانُTime لَهاto her غُلامُa servant
وَأَيّامَ الزَمانُ لَها غُلامُ
And the days when her men were truly men,
They never ruled us by miracles, but by divisions they found space
And the days when Time was her servant.
Trust not their promises, their statesmen are clouds that bring no rain to this place
فَأَقلَقَso disturbed مَضجَعيmy resting place ماwhat باتَspent the night فيهاin her
فَأَقلَقَ مَضجَعي ما باتَ فيها
وَباتَتand spent the night مِصرُEgypt فيهِin it فَهَلso whether أُلامُam I blamed
وَباتَت مِصرُ فيهِ فَهَل أُلامُ
So what has lodged within her has disturbed my rest,
But fear them when they are kind, for I see their politicians have no guiding trace
And what Egypt herself is lodged in—am I to blame?
How often the Consul laughed at our speeches, disarming us with a smile on his face
أَرىI see شَعباًa people بِمَدرَجَةِin the path of العَواديcalamities
أَرى شَعباً بِمَدرَجَةِ العَوادي
تَمَخَّخَdrained of marrow عَظمَهُits bones داءٌa disease عُقامُincurable
تَمَخَّخَ عَظمَهُ داءٌ عُقامُ
I see a people in the path of calamities,
Abul-Falah, affairs are chaos, and ignorance paired with chaos is our disgrace
Whose bones an incurable disease has drained of marrow.
So enlighten us by spreading knowledge, and know any lack seeks its own erase
إِذاwhenever ماemphatic particle مَرَّpassed بِالبَأساءِwith hardship عامٌa year
إِذا ما مَرَّ بِالبَأساءِ عامٌ
أَطَلَّloomed عَلَيهِover them بِالبَأساءِwith hardship عامُa year
أَطَلَّ عَلَيهِ بِالبَأساءِ عامُ
Whenever a year of hardship passes,
Knowledge alone cannot avail us if determination does not knowledge embrace
Another year of hardship looms over them.
Without a constitution Egypt will not endure, for that is its one saving grace
سَرىspread داءُthe disease of التَواكُلِidle dependence فيهِin them حَتّىuntil
سَرى داءُ التَواكُلِ فيهِ حَتّى
تَخَطَّفَsnatched away رِزقَهُtheir livelihood ذاكَthat الزِحامُcrowd
تَخَطَّفَ رِزقَهُ ذاكَ الزِحامُ
The disease of idle dependence has spread through them, until
They prohibited our drinking the Nile’s water pure, claiming it our life erases,
That throng snatched away their livelihood.
But death is not in pure water, rather in the companies that profit from legal disgrace
قَدِindeed اِستَعصىproved intractable عَلىto الحُكَماءِthe wise مِنّاamong us
قَدِ اِستَعصى عَلى الحُكَماءِ مِنّا
كَماjust as اِستَعصىproved intractable عَلىto الطِبِّmedicine الجُذامُleprosy
كَما اِستَعصى عَلى الطِبِّ الجُذامُ
It has defied the wise among us,
Exploiting our ignorance, they plundered our wealth, with the tramways first in their race
As leprosy has defied medicine.
Woe to the canal if the British take it, as the veil falls from colonialism’s face
هَلاكُthe ruin of الفَردِthe individual مَنشَؤُهُits source تَوانٍnegligence
هَلاكُ الفَردِ مَنشَؤُهُ تَوانٍ
وَمَوتُand the death of الشَعبِthe people مَنشَؤُهُits source اِنقِسامُdivision
وَمَوتُ الشَعبِ مَنشَؤُهُ اِنقِسامُ
An individual's ruin springs from negligence,
Only remnants are left us in this world, glorifying ruins in place of our race
And a people's death springs from division.
We who made it a bridle find the bridle broken if from our hands it slips in its race
وَإِنّاand we قَدindeed وَنيناwe grew slack وَاِنقَسَمناand we became divided
وَإِنّا قَد وَنينا وَاِنقَسَمنا
فَلاso no سَعيٌeffort هُناكَthere وَلاand no وِئامُharmony
فَلا سَعيٌ هُناكَ وَلا وِئامُ
And we have indeed grown slack and divided,
Oh palace of governance, I know not what your bag contains, war or a peace to displace?
So there is neither effort nor harmony.
Tell us, do you plan progress or further regression for our displaced race?
فَساءَso became wretched مُقامُناour residence فيin أَرضِthe land of مِصرٍEgypt
فَساءَ مُقامُنا في أَرضِ مِصرٍ
وَطابَand became pleasant لِغَيرِناfor others besides us فيهاin her المَقامُresidence
وَطابَ لِغَيرِنا فيها المَقامُ
Thus our dwelling in the land of Egypt has turned bitter,
And O Party of the Right, we cry to you, your arrows and spears no longer find their place
While dwelling there has grown pleasant for others.
And O Party of the Left, upon you from us and from the sons of your Najd be safety and grace
فَلاso no عَجَبٌwonder إِذاif مُلِكَتwere controlled عَلَيناover us
فَلا عَجَبٌ إِذا مُلِكَت عَلَينا
مَذاهِبُناour paths وَأَكثَرُناand most of us نِيامُasleep
مَذاهِبُنا وَأَكثَرُنا نِيامُ
So it is no wonder if others gain control over
Our paths, while most of us sleep.
حُسَينُHusayn حُسَينُHusayn أَنتَyou لَهاfor it فَنَبِّهso awaken
حُسَينُ حُسَينُ أَنتَ لَها فَنَبِّه
رِجالاًmen عَنaway from طِلابِthe pursuit of الحَقِّjustice نامواthey slept
رِجالاً عَن طِلابِ الحَقِّ ناموا
Husayn, Husayn, you are equal to this task; awaken
Men who have slept instead of seeking justice.
وَكُنand be بِأَبيكَby your father لِاِبنِto the son of أَخيكَyour brother عَوناًa support
وَكُن بِأَبيكَ لِاِبنِ أَخيكَ عَوناً
فَأَنتَfor you بِكَفِّهِin his hand نِعمَexcellent is الحُسامُthe sword
فَأَنتَ بِكَفِّهِ نِعمَ الحُسامُ
And, by your father, be a support to your brother's son,
For you are a fine blade in his hand.
أَفِضpour forth فيin قاعَةِthe chamber of الشورىconsultation وِئاماًharmony
أَفِض في قاعَةِ الشورى وِئاماً
فَقَدfor indeed أَودىbrought ruin بِناupon us وَبِهاand upon it الخِصامُdiscord
فَقَد أَودى بِنا وَبِها الخِصامُ
Pour harmony into the council chamber,
For discord has ruined both us and it.
وَعَلِّمهُمand teach them مُصادَمَةَconfronting العَواديcalamities
وَعَلِّمهُم مُصادَمَةَ العَوادي
فَمِثلُكَfor one like you لاnot يُرَوِّعُهُfrightens him الصِدامُthe clash
فَمِثلُكَ لا يُرَوِّعُهُ الصِدامُ
And teach them to confront calamities,
For one like you is not daunted by the clash.
فَفيfor in حِزبِthe party of اليَمينِthe Right لَدَيكَwith you قَومٌmen
فَفي حِزبِ اليَمينِ لَدَيكَ قَومٌ
وَإِنand although قَلّواthey are few فَإِنَّهُمُyet indeed they كِرامُnoble
وَإِن قَلّوا فَإِنَّهُمُ كِرامُ
For in the party of the Right you have men,
And though they are few, they are noble.
وَفيand in حِزبِthe party of الشِمالِthe Left لَدَيكَwith you أُسدٌlions
وَفي حِزبِ الشِمالِ لَدَيكَ أُسدٌ
كُماةٌbrave warriors لاnot يَطيبُis pleasing لَهاto them اِنهِزامُdefeat
كُماةٌ لا يَطيبُ لَها اِنهِزامُ
And in the party of the Left you have lions,
Brave warriors who have no taste for defeat.
فَكونواso be لِلبِلادِfor the country وَلاand not يَفُتكُمelude you
فَكونوا لِلبِلادِ وَلا يَفُتكُم
مِنَof النُهُزاتِfavorable moments وَالفُرَصِand opportunities اِغتِنامُseizing
مِنَ النُهُزاتِ وَالفُرَصِ اِغتِنامُ
So stand for the country, and do not fail
To seize favorable moments and opportunities.
فَماfor not سادواthey gained mastery بِمُعجِزَةٍby a miracle عَلَيناover us
فَما سادوا بِمُعجِزَةٍ عَلَينا
وَلَكِنand yet فيin صُفوفِهِمُtheir ranks اِنضِمامُunity
وَلَكِن في صُفوفِهِمُ اِنضِمامُ
They did not gain mastery over us by a miracle,
But there is unity in their ranks.
فَلاso do not تَثِقواtrust بِوَعدِin the promise of القَومِthose people يَوماًever
فَلا تَثِقوا بِوَعدِ القَومِ يَوماً
فَإِنَّfor indeed سَحابَthe clouds of ساسَتِهِمtheir politicians جَهامُrainless
فَإِنَّ سَحابَ ساسَتِهِم جَهامُ
So never trust those people's promise,
For their politicians' clouds hold no rain.
وَخافوهُمand fear them إِذاwhen لانواthey turn gentle فَإِنّيfor I
وَخافوهُم إِذا لانوا فَإِنّي
أَرىI see السُوّاسَthe politicians لَيسَthere is no لَهُمfor them ذِمامُpledge of honor
أَرى السُوّاسَ لَيسَ لَهُم ذِمامُ
And fear them when they turn gentle, for I
See that politicians honor no pledge.
فَكَمfor how often ضَحِكَlaughed العَميدُthe chief عَلىat لِحاناour beards
فَكَم ضَحِكَ العَميدُ عَلى لِحانا
وَغَرَّand deceived سَراتَناour leading men مِنهُfrom him اِبتِسامُa smile
وَغَرَّ سَراتَنا مِنهُ اِبتِسامُ
How often the chief has laughed at our beards,
And a smile of his has deceived our leading men.
أَباO father of الفَلّاحِthe peasant إِنَّindeed الأَمرَaffairs فَوضىchaos
أَبا الفَلّاحِ إِنَّ الأَمرَ فَوضى
وَجَهلُand the ignorance of الشَعبِthe people وَالفَوضىand chaos لِزامُinseparable
وَجَهلُ الشَعبِ وَالفَوضى لِزامُ
Abu al-Fallah, affairs are in chaos,
And the people's ignorance and chaos are inseparable.
فَأَسعِدناso make us happy بِنَشرِby spreading العِلمِknowledge وَاِعلَمand know
فَأَسعِدنا بِنَشرِ العِلمِ وَاِعلَم
بِأَنَّthat النَقصَimperfection يَعقُبُهُfollows it التَمامُperfection
بِأَنَّ النَقصَ يَعقُبُهُ التَمامُ
So bring us happiness by spreading knowledge, and know
That imperfection is followed by perfection.
وَلَيسَand not العِلمُknowledge يُمسِكُناsustains us وَحيداًalone
وَلَيسَ العِلمُ يُمسِكُنا وَحيداً
إِذاif لَمnot يَنصُرِsupports العِلمَknowledge اِعتِزامُresolve
إِذا لَم يَنصُرِ العِلمَ اِعتِزامُ
Knowledge alone cannot sustain us,
Unless resolve lends knowledge its support.
وَإِنand if لَمnot يُدرِكِcomes to the aid of الدُستورُthe constitution مِصراًEgypt
وَإِن لَم يُدرِكِ الدُستورُ مِصراً
فَماthen no لِحَياتِهاfor her life أَبَداًever قِوامُfirm foundation
فَما لِحَياتِها أَبَداً قِوامُ
And if the constitution does not come to Egypt's aid,
Her life will never have a firm foundation.
حَمَوناthey barred us from وِردَdrinking ماءِthe water of النيلِthe Nile عَذباًsweet
حَمَونا وِردَ ماءِ النيلِ عَذباً
وَقالواand they said إِنَّهُindeed it is مَوتٌdeath زُؤامُswift and fatal
وَقالوا إِنَّهُ مَوتٌ زُؤامُ
They barred us from drinking the Nile's sweet water,
And said it was a swift death.
وَماand not المَوتُdeath الزُؤامُswift and fatal إِذاif عَقَلناwe reason
وَما المَوتُ الزُؤامُ إِذا عَقَلنا
سِوىexcept الشَرِكاتِthe companies حَلَّbecame lawful لَهاfor them الحَرامُthe forbidden
سِوى الشَرِكاتِ حَلَّ لَها الحَرامُ
Yet that swift death, if we use our reason,
Is nothing but the companies, for which the forbidden has become lawful.
لَقَدindeed سَعِدَتthey prospered بِغَفلَتِناthrough our heedlessness فَراحَتso departed
لَقَد سَعِدَت بِغَفلَتِنا فَراحَت
بِثَروَتِناwith our wealth وَأَوَّلُهاand foremost among them التِرامُthe tramway
بِثَروَتِنا وَأَوَّلُها التِرامُ
They have indeed prospered through our heedlessness, and departed
With our wealth, the tramway foremost among them.
فَياso O وَيلَwoe to القَناةِthe Canal إِذاif اِحتَواهاtook possession of it
فَيا وَيلَ القَناةِ إِذا اِحتَواها
بَنوthe sons of التاميزِthe Thames وَاِنحَسَرَand receded اللِثامُthe veil
بَنو التاميزِ وَاِنحَسَرَ اللِثامُ
Alas for the Canal if it is taken over by
The sons of the Thames, and the veil falls away!
لَقَدindeed بَقِيَتit remained مِنَof الدُنياthe world حُطاماًa scrap
لَقَد بَقِيَت مِنَ الدُنيا حُطاماً
بِأَيديناin our hands وَقَدand indeed عَزَّbecame scarce الحُطامُscraps
بِأَيدينا وَقَد عَزَّ الحُطامُ
It has remained a mere scrap of worldly wealth
In our hands, and even scraps have grown scarce.
وَقَدand indeed كُنّاwe had جَعَلناهاwe made it زِماماًa rein
وَقَد كُنّا جَعَلناها زِماماً
فَواso oh لَهفيmy anguish إِذاif قُطِعَis cut الزِمامُthe rein
فَوا لَهفي إِذا قُطِعَ الزِمامُ
And we had made it a rein,
Oh, my anguish if that rein is cut!
فَياso O قَصرَPalace of الدُبارَةِal-Dubara لَستُI am not أَدريI know
فَيا قَصرَ الدُبارَةِ لَستُ أَدري
أَحَربٌis it war فيin جِرابِكَyour pouch أَمor سَلامُpeace
أَحَربٌ في جِرابِكَ أَم سَلامُ
O Qasr al-Dubara, I do not know:
Is war in your pouch, or peace?
أَجِبناanswer us هَلwhether يُرادُis intended بِناfor us وَراءٌbackward
أَجِبنا هَل يُرادُ بِنا وَراءٌ
فَنَقضيso we perish أَمor يُرادُis intended بِناfor us أَمامُforward
فَنَقضي أَم يُرادُ بِنا أَمامُ
Answer us: are we meant to go backward,
And perish, or are we meant to go forward?
وَياand O حِزبَparty of اليَمينِthe Right إِلَيكَbe off عَنّاfrom us
وَيا حِزبَ اليَمينِ إِلَيكَ عَنّا
لَقَدindeed طاشَتwent astray نِبالُكَyour arrows وَالسِهامُand the shafts
لَقَد طاشَت نِبالُكَ وَالسِهامُ
And O party of the Right, keep away from us!
Your arrows and shafts have indeed missed their mark.
وَياand O حِزبَparty of الشِمالِthe Left عَلَيكَupon you مِنّاfrom us
وَيا حِزبَ الشِمالِ عَلَيكَ مِنّا
وَمِنand from أَبناءِthe sons of نَجدَتِكَyour valor السَلامُpeace
وَمِن أَبناءِ نَجدَتِكَ السَلامُ
And O party of the Left, to you from us,
And from the sons of your valor, peace.
Partial English translation: 50 of 102 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1