لاno ، لاnot نَعُدُّwe count زَمانًاtime باتَhas come to يُنْكِرُناdisown us
لا ، لا نَعُدُّ زَمانًا باتَ يُنْكِرُنا
ولاnor السِّنينَthe years الَّتِيthat تَاْتِيcome نُحَيِّيهاwe greet them
ولا السِّنينَ الَّتِي تَاْتِي نُحَيِّيها
No, we do not count time that has come to disown us,
No, we do not count a time that denies us
Nor do we greet the years that come.
Nor the years that come, we greet them
ماas long as دامَتِcontinues الدَّارُthe home تَرْجوhopes for عَوْدَthe return of صاحِبِهاits owner
ما دامَتِ الدَّارُ تَرْجو عَوْدَ صاحِبِها
فَلاso no زَمانَtime لَناfor us فيin بُعْدِthe absence of أَهْلِيهاits people
فَلا زَمانَ لَنا في بُعْدِ أَهْلِيها
As long as the home hopes for its owner's return,
As long as the house hopes for the return of its companion
There is no time for us while its people are away.
So we have no time in the absence of its people
مِنsince يَوِمِthe day of نَكْبَتِناour catastrophe ماnot عادَreturned مِنْany فَرَحٍjoy
مِن يَوِمِ نَكْبَتِنا ما عادَ مِنْ فَرَحٍ
والدَّارُand the home خِلْوٌempty غُرابُthe raven of البَيْنِseparation آوِيْهاdwelling in it
والدَّارُ خِلْوٌ غُرابُ البَيْنِ آوِيْها
Since the day of our catastrophe, no joy has returned,
Since the day of our defeat, no joy has returned
And the home is empty; the raven of separation dwells in it.
And the house is empty, the raven of separation nests it
تََحْنُوshows tenderness عَلَىtoward أَهْلِهاits people والشَّوْقُand longing يَأْكُلُهاdevours it
تََحْنُو عَلَى أَهْلِها والشَّوْقُ يَأْكُلُها
والنَّارُand the fire تَحْرِقُهاburns it عَمْدًاdeliberately بِماalong with what فِيهاis inside it
والنَّارُ تَحْرِقُها عَمْدًا بِما فِيها
It shows tenderness toward its people, and longing devours it,
It yearns for its people and longing consumes it
And the fire burns it deliberately, along with all that is inside it.
And the fire burns it intentionally with what is in it
ألحَقُّright أَبْقَىmore enduring إِذاwhen مَرَّpasses الزَّمانُtime سُدًىin vain
ألحَقُّ أَبْقَى إِذا مَرَّ الزَّمانُ سُدًى
وصاحِبُand the owner of القَوْسِthe bow يَوْمَon the day of الحَقِّjustice بارِيهاits maker
وصاحِبُ القَوْسِ يَوْمَ الحَقِّ بارِيها
Right endures longer, even when time passes in vain,
The truth remains when time passes in vain
And on the day of justice, the bow's owner is its maker.
And the owner of the bow on the day of truth aims it
ماnot كانَhas ever been مِنْany زَمَنٍage حُكْمٌauthority عَلَىover وَطَنٍa homeland
ما كانَ مِنْ زَمَنٍ حُكْمٌ عَلَى وَطَنٍ
واللهُand God فَوْقَهُماabove them both حُكْمًاin judgment وتَوْجِيهاand guidance
واللهُ فَوْقَهُما حُكْمًا وتَوْجِيها
No age has ever held sway over a homeland,
What was of a time, a rule over a homeland
And God is above them both in judgment and guidance.
And God above them, a rule and guidance
إنْif مَاتَتِdies الدّارُthe home مِنfrom ظُلْمٍinjustice نَمُتْwe shall die مَعَهاwith it
إنْ مَاتَتِ الدّارُ مِن ظُلْمٍ نَمُتْ مَعَها
واللهُand God أَقْدَرُmightier يُحْيِيناHe revives us ويُحْيِيهاand He revives it ... !!!
واللهُ أَقْدَرُ يُحْيِينا ويُحْيِيها ... !!!
If the home dies from injustice, we shall die with it,
If the house dies of injustice, it grows with it
And God is mightier: He revives us and revives it.
And God is more capable to revive us and revive it!
Sol 6.1