وَجه القَضية مِن جِهادك مُشرقُ

وَجه القَضية مِن جِهادك مُشرقُ

وَعَلى جِهادك مِن وقارك رَونَقُ

وَعَلى جِهادك مِن وقارك رَونَقُ

The face of the Cause shines through your struggle;

The face of the cause is radiant through your struggle.

and through your struggle it wears the luster of your dignity.

And your dignity lends your struggle splendor.

لِلّه قَلبك في الكُهولة إِنَّهُ

لِلّه قَلبك في الكُهولة إِنَّهُ

تَرك الشَبيبة في حَياءٍ تطرقُ

تَرك الشَبيبة في حَياءٍ تطرقُ

What a heart is yours in old age! Indeed,

God bless your heart in your later years! Indeed, it has

it left youth abashed, with head bowed—

Left youth bowing its head in shame.

قَلب وَراء الشَيب مُتقد الصِبّا

قَلب وَراء الشَيب مُتقد الصِبّا

كَالجَمر تَحتَ رَماده يَتَحَرَّقُ

كَالجَمر تَحتَ رَماده يَتَحَرَّقُ

a heart behind gray hairs, ablaze with youthful passion,

A heart behind gray hair, aflame with youth,

like an ember smoldering beneath its ashes.

Like embers burning beneath their ashes.

أَقدَمتَ حَتّى ظلَّ يَعجب واجِماً

أَقدَمتَ حَتّى ظلَّ يَعجب واجِماً

جَيش مِن الأَيام حَولك محدقُ

جَيش مِن الأَيام حَولك محدقُ

You pressed forward until there stood, struck dumb with wonder,

You advanced boldly, till it was left marveling, speechless—

an army of days encircling you.

An army of days encircling you.

تِلكَ الثَمانون التي وَفّيتها

تِلكَ الثَمانون التي وَفّيتها

في نصفها عذرٌ لِمَن لا يَلحَقُ

في نصفها عذرٌ لِمَن لا يَلحَقُ

Those eighty years that you fulfilled—

Those eighty years that you have completed—

half of them would excuse anyone unable to keep pace.

In half that span lies an excuse for one who cannot keep pace.

لَكِن سَبقت بِها فَما لمقصّرٍ

لَكِن سَبقت بِها فَما لمقصّرٍ

سَبَب لمعذرة به يتعلّق

سَبَب لمعذرة به يتعلّق

Yet you raced through them, leaving the laggard

Yet at that age you took the lead, so no laggard has

no grounds for an excuse to cling to.

Any grounds for an excuse on which to rely.

عَمّرتَها كَالدَوح ظاهر عَوده

عَمّرتَها كَالدَوح ظاهر عَوده

صلب وَما يَنفك غَضاً يورقُ

صلب وَما يَنفك غَضاً يورقُ

You lived them like a great tree, its visible trunk

You lived them out like a great tree, whose outer wood

stout, yet ever tender, ever leafing.

Is hard, yet it stays fresh, ever putting forth leaves.

وَطَني أَخاف عَلَيك قَوماً أَصبَحوا

وَطَني أَخاف عَلَيك قَوماً أَصبَحوا

يَتَساءلون مَن الزَعيم الأَليقُ

يَتَساءلون مَن الزَعيم الأَليقُ

My country, I fear for you a people who have begun

My homeland, I fear for you because of people who have begun

asking one another: Who is the worthiest leader?

Asking one another, 'Who is the most suitable leader?'

لا تَفتَحوا بابَ الشقاق فَإِنَّهُ

لا تَفتَحوا بابَ الشقاق فَإِنَّهُ

باب عَلى سود العَواقب مُغلَقُ

باب عَلى سود العَواقب مُغلَقُ

Do not open the door of dissension, for it is

Do not open the door of discord, for it is

a door sealed upon dire consequences.

A door shut upon dark consequences.

وَاللَه لا يُرجى الخَلاص وَأَمرَكُم

وَاللَه لا يُرجى الخَلاص وَأَمرَكُم

فَوضى وَشَمل العاملين ممزقُ

فَوضى وَشَمل العاملين ممزقُ

By God, no deliverance can be hoped for while your affairs

By God, deliverance cannot be hoped for while your affairs

are chaos and the ranks of those who labor are torn apart.

Are in chaos, and the unity of those who work is torn apart.

أَينَ الصُفوف تَنَسّقَت فَكَأَنَّما

أَينَ الصُفوف تَنَسّقَت فَكَأَنَّما

هِيَ حائط دون الهَوان وَخَندقُ

هِيَ حائط دون الهَوان وَخَندقُ

Where are the ranks, arrayed as though

Where are the ranks, arrayed in order, as though

they were a wall and trench against humiliation?

They were a wall and a trench against humiliation?

أَينَ القُلوب تَأَلَّفَت فَتَدافَعَت

أَينَ القُلوب تَأَلَّفَت فَتَدافَعَت

تَغشى اللَهيب وَكُل قَلب فَيلقُ

تَغشى اللَهيب وَكُل قَلب فَيلقُ

Where are the hearts that united and surged forward,

Where are the hearts that united, then surged forward,

braving the flames, every heart an army?

Plunging into the blaze, each heart a legion?

أَينَ الأَكُفُّ تَصافَحَت وَتَساجَلَت

أَينَ الأَكُفُّ تَصافَحَت وَتَساجَلَت

تَبني وَتَصنع لِلخَلاص وَتنفقُ

تَبني وَتَصنع لِلخَلاص وَتنفقُ

Where are the hands that clasped and vied with one another,

Where are the hands that clasped and vied with one another,

building, making, spending for deliverance?

Building, creating, and spending for deliverance?

أَما الزَعامةُ فَالحَوادث أُمُّها

أَما الزَعامةُ فَالحَوادث أُمُّها

تُعطى على قَدر الفِداء وَتُرزَقُ

تُعطى على قَدر الفِداء وَتُرزَقُ

As for leadership, events themselves give it birth;

As for leadership, events are its mother;

it is granted and bestowed according to the measure of sacrifice.

It is granted and bestowed in proportion to sacrifice.

يا ابنَ البِلاد وَأَنتَ سيد أَرضِها

يا ابنَ البِلاد وَأَنتَ سيد أَرضِها

وَسَمائِها إِنّي عَليك لمشفقُ

وَسَمائِها إِنّي عَليك لمشفقُ

O son of the land—you who are lord of its earth

O son of the land, you are master of its earth

and its sky—I fear for you.

And its sky; indeed, I am deeply concerned for you.

انظر لِعيشك هَل يسرك أَنَّهُ

انظر لِعيشك هَل يسرك أَنَّهُ

وِردٌ يَغيض وَهجرة تَتَدفقُ

وِردٌ يَغيض وَهجرة تَتَدفقُ

Look at your livelihood: does it please you that it is

Look at your livelihood: does it please you that it is

a spring dwindling away while emigration pours forth?

An ebbing water supply, while immigration pours in?

ماذا يردّ الظلم عَنك أَحسرةٌ

ماذا يردّ الظلم عَنك أَحسرةٌ

أَم زَفرَةٌ أَم عَبرةٌ تَتَرقرقُ

أَم زَفرَةٌ أَم عَبرةٌ تَتَرقرقُ

What can repel oppression from you—a pang of regret,

What will ward oppression off you—a pang of sorrow,

a moan, or a tear trembling in the eye?

Or a sigh, or a tear that trembles?

أَم بثُّك الشَكوى تَظن بَيانَها

أَم بثُّك الشَكوى تَظن بَيانَها

سحراً وَحجَّتها الضحى يَتَأَلَقُ

سحراً وَحجَّتها الضحى يَتَأَلَقُ

Or do you pour out your grievance, imagining its eloquence

Or your airing a complaint, believing its eloquence

to be magic, though its proof shines bright as noon?

To be magic, and its argument the dazzling light of morning?

لا تَلجَأنَّ إِذا ظُلِمتَ لِمَنطق

لا تَلجَأنَّ إِذا ظُلِمتَ لِمَنطق

فَهُناك أَضيع ما يَكون المَنطِقُ

فَهُناك أَضيع ما يَكون المَنطِقُ

When wronged, never take refuge in rhetoric:

Never resort to reasoning when you are wronged,

there, rhetoric is at its most futile.

For there, reasoning is at its most futile.

أَفضى الرَئيس إِلى ظِلال نَعيمه

أَفضى الرَئيس إِلى ظِلال نَعيمه

وَاِرتاحَ قَلبٌ بِالقَضية يَخفق

وَاِرتاحَ قَلبٌ بِالقَضية يَخفق

The President has passed into the shades of bliss,

The leader has passed into the shade of his bliss,

and a heart that beat for the Cause has come to rest.

And a heart beating for the cause has found rest.

آثاره ملءُ العُيون وَروحه

آثاره ملءُ العُيون وَروحه

ملءُ الصُدور وَذكره لا يَخلقُ

ملءُ الصُدور وَذكره لا يَخلقُ

His deeds fill all eyes, and his spirit

His works fill the eyes, and his spirit

fills every breast; his memory never grows old.

Fills the breasts, and his memory never wears out.