فيin ثَناياthe folds of العَجاجthe dust cloud
في ثَنايا العَجاج
وَالتحامand the clash of السُيوفswords
وَالتحام السُيوف
In the folds of the dust cloud,
In the clashing of swords
And the clash of swords,
And swords intertwining
بَينَماwhile الجَوُّthe sky داجis dark
بَينَما الجَوُّ داج
وَالمَناياand deaths تَطوفcircle around
وَالمَنايا تَطوف
While the sky is dark
While the air was murky
And death circles round,
And death encircling
يَتَهادىdrifts gently نَسيمa breeze
يَتَهادى نَسيم
فيهِin it أَزكىthe purest سَلامgreeting
فيهِ أَزكى سَلام
A breeze drifts gently,
A gentle breeze blows
Bearing the purest greeting,
The most fragrant peace
نَحوَtoward عَبدAbd (servant of) الكَريمal-Karim (the Generous)
نَحوَ عَبد الكَريم
الأَميرthe emir الهَمامthe valiant one
الأَمير الهَمام
Toward Abd al-Karim,
Toward Abdelkrim
The valiant emir.
The valiant prince
ريفُناour Rif غابُناour forest نَحنُwe فيهin it
ريفُنا غابُنا نَحنُ فيه
الأُسودthe lions ريفُناour Rif نَحميهwe defend it
الأُسود ريفُنا نَحميه
Our Rif is our forest; in it we are
Our countryside, our forest, we protect it
The lions; our Rif we defend.
Our dark countryside, we defend it
كُلُّناall of us يُعجبُmarvel
كُلُّنا يُعجبُ
بِفَتىat the young man of المَغربِthe Maghreb
بِفَتى المَغربِ
We all marvel
We all admire
At the young man of the Maghreb.
The young Maghrebi
كُلُّناall of us يَطربُrejoice
كُلُّنا يَطربُ
لانتصارat the victory of الأَبيthe unbowed one
لانتصار الأَبي
We all rejoice
We rejoice
At the triumph of the unbowed.
For the victory of the steadfast
أَينَwhere جَيشthe army of العِداthe foes
أَينَ جَيش العِدا
إِنif دَعاhe calls للجِهادfor armed struggle
إِن دَعا للجِهاد
Where is the foes' army
Where is the enemy army
If he calls for battle?
If called for jihad
أَصبَحواthey become أَعبُداslaves
أَصبَحوا أَعبُدا
بِالسُيوفwith the swords الحدادsharp-edged
بِالسُيوف الحداد
They become slaves
They become most obedient
Through sharp swords.
To the sharpened swords
ريفُناour Rif غابُناour forest نَحنُwe فيهin it
ريفُنا غابُنا نَحنُ فيه
الأُسودthe lions ريفُناour Rif نَحميهwe defend it
الأُسود ريفُنا نَحميه
Our Rif is our forest; in it we are
Our countryside, our forest, we protect it
The lions; our Rif we defend.
Our dark countryside, we defend it
طالَماfor so long اِستعبَدواthey have enslaved
طالَما اِستعبَدوا
وَأَذَلُّواand humiliated الرِقابthe necks
وَأَذَلُّوا الرِقاب
Long have they enslaved
For so long enslaved
And humbled necks.
And humiliated were the necks
أَيُّهاO you الأَيِّدُmighty one
أَيُّها الأَيِّدُ
جاءَhas come يَومَthe day of الحِسابreckoning
جاءَ يَومَ الحِساب
O mighty one,
O supporter
The day of reckoning has come.
The day of reckoning has come
فَليذوقواso let them taste الزَعافthe deadly poison
فَليذوقوا الزَعاف
بِالظَبيwith sword edges وَالأَسَلand spears
بِالظَبي وَالأَسَل
So let them taste deadly poison
Let them taste turmoil
With sword edges and spears.
With deer and lion
وَلنُعَلِّand let us raise الهتافthe cry
وَلنُعَلِّ الهتاف
للأَميرfor the emir البَطَلthe hero
للأَمير البَطَل
And let us raise the cry
And let us chant the slogan
For the emir, the hero.
For the heroic prince
ريفُناour Rif غابُناour forest نَحنُwe فيهin it
ريفُنا غابُنا نَحنُ فيه
الأُسودthe lions ريفُناour Rif نَحميهwe defend it
الأُسود ريفُنا نَحميه
Our Rif is our forest; in it we are
Our countryside, our forest, we protect it
The lions; our Rif we defend.
Our dark countryside, we defend it
Sol 6.1