كَمhow many أغرَّa radiant one فيin بواكيرِthe early days of الصبَاyouth
كَم أغرَّ في بواكيرِ الصبَا
ناضرٍfresh and flourishing يسحبُhe trails أذيالthe skirts of النعمblessings
ناضرٍ يسحبُ أذيال النعم
How many a radiant one in the first bloom of youth,
How alluring was his youth at dawn
Fresh and flourishing, trailing the skirts of blessings!
A blossoming flower trailing prosperity’s gown
طبعُهhis nature الجودُgenerosity فلماthen when هتفتshe called out
طبعُه الجودُ فلما هتفت
مصرُEgypt تدعوهshe calls him تناهىhe reached the utmost فيin الكرمgenerosity
مصرُ تدعوه تناهى في الكرم
His nature was generosity; then, when she called out—
His nature generous, when Egypt called
Egypt, summoning him—his generosity knew no bounds.
He answered her call with utmost charm
قَدَّمَhe offered الروحَthe soul إليهاto her ومشىand he walked
قَدَّمَ الروحَ إليها ومشى
ثابتَsteadfast الخطوةِthe step جبارَmighty القدَمthe foot
ثابتَ الخطوةِ جبارَ القدَم
He offered her his soul and walked on,
He offered his soul and strode ahead
Steady in step, mighty in tread.
Steady of step, strong and bold
كلفتهit required of him اليقظةُthe vigilance الكبرىthe great بهاover her
كلفته اليقظةُ الكبرى بها
مهجةًa heart ترعىkeeping watch وعيناًand an eye لمdid not تنَمsleep
مهجةً ترعى وعيناً لم تنَم
The great vigilance over her demanded of him
Egypt’s great vigil tasked him
A watchful heart and an eye that never slept.
A wakeful mind and sleepless eyes
جشمتهit made him undertake خطةًa course داميةًbloody
جشمته خطةً داميةً
وعرةَrugged المسلكِthe path حُفَّتwas surrounded بالألمby pain
وعرةَ المسلكِ حُفَّت بالألم
It made him undertake a blood-soaked course,
His plan met vicious resistance
Rugged in its path, surrounded by pain,
The rugged path filled with pain
يجدُfinds الموتُDeath بهاin it لذتَهhis delight
يجدُ الموتُ بها لذتَه
ويرىand sees العارَdisgrace إذاwhen المرءُa man سَلِمsurvives unharmed
ويرى العارَ إذا المرءُ سَلِم
Where Death finds his delight,
Death found its joy, disgrace awaited
And sees disgrace when a man survives.
Those who would not withstand or be maimed
ياoh لمصرَfor Egypt الجنةِthe paradise الفيحاءِspacious كمhow many
يا لمصرَ الجنةِ الفيحاءِ كم
فتحتshe opened قبراًa grave لباغٍfor an oppressor قدindeed ظَلَمcommitted injustice
فتحت قبراً لباغٍ قد ظَلَم
Ah, Egypt, the spacious paradise! How often
Oh Egypt, beautiful rich paradise
She has opened a grave for an oppressor who did wrong!
How many graves for oppressors unjust?
يطلعrises الصبحُdawn علىover هذيthese الربىhills
يطلع الصبحُ على هذي الربى
فإذاand behold الوردُthe roses ضحوكٌsmiling فيin الأكَمthe knolls
فإذا الوردُ ضحوكٌ في الأكَم
Dawn rises over these hills,
Dawn rises on this blessed land
And behold, the roses smile upon the knolls.
Flowers bloom smiling in meadows
فإذاthen when أمسَىfell المساءُevening انقلبتshe turned into
فإذا أمسَى المساءُ انقلبت
فوهَةًa crater حمراءَred تغليit boils بالحممwith lava
فوهَةً حمراءَ تغلي بالحمم
Then, when evening falls, she becomes
Dusk falls, it turns blood red
A red crater seething with lava.
Volcanoes erupting, fury aflame
لستyou do not تدريknow إذwhen تراهاyou see her ظمئتshe grew thirsty
لست تدري إذ تراها ظمئت
فَرَوَىand so watered الأحرارُthe free men واديهاher valley بِدَمwith blood
فَرَوَى الأحرارُ واديها بِدَم
You cannot tell, when you see her thirsty,
You know not, as thirst afflicts you
And free men have watered her valley with blood,
The free have watered your valley with blood
ذاكَthat لونُthe color of الوردِthe roses أمor لونُthe color of الردىdeath
ذاكَ لونُ الوردِ أم لونُ الردى
الجاثمcrouching أوor لونُthe color of الجحيمhell المضطرمblazing
الجاثم أو لونُ الجحيم المضطرم
Whether that is the color of roses, or the color of death,
Is it the hue of roses or villainy?
Crouching there, or the color of blazing hell.
Of death pouncing or hellfire raging?
Sol 6.1